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Lyrics
I like to go out dancing, whenever you're in town,Scenes before we broke up are now a movie reel of a drunken season. The wallpaper was brand new, but the salty air made it peel. The nightlife was Caleta, we had a room, a room with a view.
Now the band steps lightly, and the mery are quenched. But I know the dance is just a ticket, to the the curse of Fred Astaire. The curse of Fred Astaire, The curse of Fred Astaire. I know the dance is just a ticket to the Curse of Fred Astaire.
Got suckered for a boat ride to John Wayne's private island. Where paradise was on plastic and smugglers land on the beach. The moon sets in the ocean, dogs battle on the cliffs. Squeeze oranges in the morning, then filtertips and Baja wine.
Cumbia can make you crazy
Disco can make you sick
But I heard the laughter's just a symptom
of the Curse of Fred Astaire (etc.)
Fred and Ginger are dancing, perfectly to this day. On shiny floors and ceilings to Duke, Basi, and Hoagy. I watched his movies with grandpappy, Mommy and daddy out for Saturday night. I saw Fred dance to the last kiss, then saunter off alone and out of sight.
Well, 'till death do us part may sound kind of chilly. An item sounds too much like a purse. But I know it's just a tapdance to the Curse of Fred Astaire (etc)
Dancin' up from the north side, dancin' up from the south side,dancin' up from the eastside, dancin' up from the west side:
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