Mover - Keiko Matsui

There’s a dancer from Argentina with raven hair,

I’ll bet you tonight she’s in a club somewhere.

With a passion for uptown fashion and ballroom lights,

And I’ll hold her tonight in a dream that fades away.

Mover, I know all of your moves.

When you cross the floor, you’re in Argentina.

Mover, come talk to me.

Mover, take a walk with me.

Sit down, show me your heart.

She deserted a wealthy family one stormy night,

And fled Buenos Aires on an LA flight.

She’d deny it, but she can’t hide it.

It’s written in her eyes.

There’s a ghost in her past and it haunts her night and day.

Mover, I feel all of your moves.

When you cross the floor, you’re in Argentina.

Mover, come talk to me.

Mover, take a walk with me.

Sit down, show me your heart.

In a dream, walls all around you just fall away.

All I see is a starry night,

And the wind blows up around you and palms start to sway,

And you glide across the floor like you’re flying