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The fast paced beats Personified, Echoes heard loud Widened Eyes. The beeps and boops
I feel like I've beenSitting on a swingWaiting for someone to push meBut sunset comes
"I'm going to swing from the chandelier"
Little Wooden Porch Swing
I really enjoyed how bubbly she and goofy he lindy hopped on smooth wood without looking in the studio mirror. It wasn’t so lovely once you came not to ask me to dance, but to call me a wallflower
There was once a jazzy song When heard would make you dance along We swung and we swayed We danced a soiree Oh how we loved that old jazzy song