Wallflower

Back to those days in seventh grade,

Learning the waltz and boy/girl games,

They’re picking their partners painfully slow,

And when they’re all finished, you’re standing alone.

You say you’re a wallflower.  You say you don’t dance,

But you would be fabulous if you took the chance.

Find your own music and give it your all.

What once was a wallflower could be the belle of the ball.

Make up your steps as you go,

Don’t worry what they say, they don’t know,

You’ve got your own style; go with what you feel,

School is now out and it’s time you were free, yes free.

You say you’re a wallflower.  You say you don’t dance,

But you would be fabulous if you took the chance.

Find your own music and give it your all.

What once was a wallflower, could be the belle of the ball.

Don’t you know the swan was an ugly duckling?

And where would Cinderella be if she stayed home crying?

So dance, dance, dance…

Wallflower, looks at you dance,

Taking steps, taking a chance,

Finding your music and giving your all,

What once was a wallflower is the belle of the ball.

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