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When my teeth are at rest, in a glass by my bed,
and my hair lies somewhere in a drawer.
The world doesn't seem like a very nice place,
not a very nice place anymore.
But I put in my teeth, and I slap on my hair,
and a strange thing occurs when I do.
Cause my teeth start to feel like my very own teeth,
and my hair like my very own too.
And I'm ready to begin again.
Ready to begin again.
Reaching for the soap,
my heart is full of hope
again, again.
Ready to begin again!
Looking fine and young I trust.
Ready to begin again,
cause everybody must.
Hey, do you wanna dance, and hold my hand?
Tell me, tell me, you're my lover man.
Baby, baby, do you wanna dance with me?
Do ya? Do ya? Hey, do you wanna dance?
Come on. Come on. Do you want to dance?
Do ya? Do ya? Oh, Dance with me.
Oh, my favorite part.
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!
AHHHHHHHH!
We could dance, under the moonlight.
Hug and kiss baby, all through the night.
Baby. Baby. Tell me, Tell me, Tell me.
Do you wanna dance, do you wanna dance?
Say it, say it, yeah.
Do you wanna dance, do you wanna dance?
Say it, say it, yeah.
Do you wanna dance, do you wanna,
do you wanna . . . dance dance with me baby?
Make romance. Dance with me baby, make romance.
Oh I would have been so grateful.
I would have been ready to begin again
Oh, looking young and bright I trust.
Ready to begin again,
as everybody must.
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