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Lyrics:
NOT MUCH OF A DANCER
Michael Dyer
© 2006
I’m not much of a dancer, but I can romance her,
off the dance floor. I’m not much of a singer, but I can bring her a joy, and so much more.
Oh, make her weak in the knees. Oh, feel as light as a summer breeze,
Oh, I can tease her, if she pleases.
I’m not much of a poet, but I cannot go it alone, without her.
I’m not much of a writer, but I can delight her, in my own special way.
Oh, she must not delay. She has to try and stay. Oh, be with me today.
I’m not much of a bread-winner. I know I’ve been a sinner,
but I can change. I’m not much of a thinker, but I think her smile is,
so wild and strange
Like misty mountain memories, like the rippling of the deep blue seas,
Like golden stars and cold-night covers, like rollin’ winds and storm-crossed lovers.
I’m not much of a speaker, but I can seek her, with my eyes.
Not much of a painter, but I can paint her, a ruby sunrise.
Oh, what a surprise, never telling any lies.
She’ll never have to cry, never fear, never have to dry a tear.
No need for heart-felt sighs. No sad good-byes.
Not much of a poet, but I cannot go it alone, without her.
Oh, there is no more, without her, No safe shore, without her.
No solid floor, without her.
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