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I stand alone in my pink dress,
A wallflower I'll be, you know the rest.
With dignity I look up to see you stare,
If you asked me we make the perfect pair.
But you're older, two years to be exact,
Oh, you see me, I look back.
You're walking towards me, what do I do?
Is my dream really coming true?
I get real nervous, I begin to pant,
Then you ask me, 'Shall we dance?'
Shall we dance that music to my ears!
I try not to; by to my eyes come tears
We will Waltz the night away
And on Monday I will say:
Yes, all the rumors are true!
I really did dance with you.
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