Ten Dances - Stir

One

Two

One, two, three

Think she comes from a fairy tale

You wouldn’t think I could

This little girl couldn’t remember them

But we sure couldn’t forget

We sang a song, sang it all night long

Matter of fact

We sounded confused, stoned a bit

But made the best instead

Father said Son get some

You don’t need a reason

I’d love to tell you all the things I knew

There were things I knew back then

Ten dances on a fancy night

We paid for it all

No sleep until the morning comes

No sleep at all

Sleep at all

Think she comes from a fairy tale

You wouldn’t think I could

She wore a cornfield bow and red dress that day

All the boys were sad

We sang a song, sang it all night long

Matter of fact

We sung it somewhere and looked down on her

And said, time to play it again

Father said Son get some

You don’t need a reason

I’d love to tell you all the things I knew

There were things I knew back then

Ten dances on a fancy night

We paid for it all

No sleep until the morning comes

No sleep at all

Ten fancies on a danceless night

We paid for it all

You lose sleep, you’re wondering why

Can’t get it all

Get it all

Yeah, well

Get it all

Get it all

Get it all

Ten dances on a fancy night

We paid for it all

No sleep until the morning comes

No sleep at all

Ten fancies on a danceless night

We paid for it all

You lose sleep, you’re wondering why

Can’t get it all

Get it all

Well you’re my wonderful

And you know I think I

I think I

Touched her soul