I think the girl came from Connecticut
You could say life was giving her uppercuts
Waitress in the diner leaning on the motel
She wears an apron that makes her super beautiful
When the customers arrive, they order meatballs
Their gaze directed towards the baseball game
No one looks at her, yet she's a beauty
An ordinary woman who has been underrated

But whenever she can, she dances in the back room
No one can see that she has mega style
Whenever she can, she dances in the back room
No one can see this star dancer (who dances)
Who dances

You're going to take me for a screenwriter
It breaks, it dances, we're in the street
Groups form, there are guys, girls
There's hop-rock and there are challenges
And then there's this guy in weightlessness
Half condor and half breaker
A performer, I swear, I insist
He's a one-legged dancer

No one asks what he's doing there
Here, we don't care about Vuvuzelas
With crutches, he becomes a gymnast
He manages the space, he's too classy
When he dances
He dances

He dances
She dances
They dance
Let them dance

They dance, whatever the trend
For them, it's natural, it sounds like an obvious thing
They dance, no matter the distance
The trance is a dialogue that creates correspondence
They dance, for their independence
No matter the governance, whatever the presidency
They dance to the song of resistance
The rain dance to bring abundance

He dances
She dances
Let them dance
Let them dance

Let them dance
Let them dance

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