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Ephemera

ELLA BAILA SOLA NO MÁS

FLASHING LIGHTS AND BANGING BASS
AND A CROWDED, HEATED, SWEATY ROOM
MOVING, SWAYING TO THE BEAT
BUT THERE'S A CANARY HERE
AND SHE'S DANCING ALONE

IT'S A BEAT I RECOGNIZE
SWAYING MY HIPS, GRINDING
GETTING LOW AND COMING HIGH
AND I CAN SHOW THE CANARY
BUT SHE'S NO CANARY AT ALL

HELLO, PRETTY SONGBIRD
FAR FROM HOME, SHE IS
WINGS CLIPPED, WINGS AREN'T THERE
NO, SHE'S AWAY FROM IT ALL
AND SHE'S DOWN HERE FOR US
FOR HERSELF
FOR ME

THE SONGBIRD REACHES INTO THEIR SOULS
SHE'S HELPING THEM, SINGING TO THEM
BUT I'LL REACH FOR HER NOW
REACHING MY HAND OUT

I SEE HER EYES WIDEN
I HEAR HER GASP
SHE DANCES ALONE NO MORE

HER HIPS ARE AGAINST MINE NOW
AND WE'RE SWAYING TO THE BEAT NOW
DANCING TOGETHER NOW
I'LL DANCE ALONE NO MORE

BUT THE SONGS ARE CHANGING THROUGH THE NIGHT
AND THE LIGHTS ARE FLASHING LESS
THE BASS IS CALMING DOWN
THE BEATS ARE SLOWING DOWN
CALL IT CALMING, SOOTHING, LOVELY
I CALL IT SLOW DANCING
I CALL IT BEAUTIFUL

AND THEY'RE SPEEDING UP AGAIN
GETTING CLOSER AGAIN
THE NIGHT IS EVERCHANGING
THE LIGHTS, THE BASS, THE BEATS
OUR DANCING

AND SHE DANCES ALONE NO MORE