Moons in June,
I've given up on that stuff.
Arms have charms
but I've no hope of falling in love.

The rest of life pales in significance,
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance,
with whom to dance, with whom to dance,
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.

Rings and strings,
what use have I for these things?
Bells and carousels,
I must be fooling myself.

The rest of life pales in significance,
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance,
with whom to dance, with whom to dance,
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.

And you, you look like heaven,
an angel who stepped from a dream
777 times lovelier
than anything I've ever seen.

The rest of life pales in significance,
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance,
with whom to dance, with whom to dance,
I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.

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