Dancing On The CeilingJack Hylton He dances overheadOn the ceiling, near my bed,In my sight, through the night.I try to hide in vainUnderneath my counter pane;There's my love up above.I whisper “go away my loverIt's not fair,”But I'm grateful to discoverHe's still there.I love my ceiling moreSince it is a daning floorJust for my love.From:
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