The Music That Makes Me Dance

I add two and two

The most simple addition

Then swear

That the figures are lying

I'm a much better comic

Tthen mathematican

Cause I'm better on stage

Than at intermission

And as far

As the man is concerned

If I've been burned

Well I haven't learn

I know he's around

When the sky

And the ground

Starting ringing

I know that he's near

By the thunder

I hear in advance

His words

And his words alone

Are the words

Tthat can start me

Heart singing

And his is

The only music

That makes me dance

He'll sleep

And he lies in the light

Of two eyes

That adore him

Oh, bore him it might

But he

Won't leave me sight

For a glance

In every way

Every single day

I need less of myself

I need more him

More him

And his is

The only music

That makes dance

Yes, his is

The only music

That makes dance