Poetry and words, they can make you sick, if you got a lot of time
And the mystery won't mean much to me, if you're gonna speak out of line
Or maybe it was the usefulness of their pitch
Maybe you don't want to wait around to get sick
You got a lot of dreams that fell through the brink
Like when she asked you to beat her
There are times that will make you think
Like when you beat her
Maybe you don't want to wait around to get sick
Maybe you're afraid of having a prickless lover
Who just wants to dance
We're gonna dance now
We're gonna dance now
We're gonna dance