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F#MargBbmarida hBas a strange C#appeal F# BbmSways between suiBtors on a broC#ken heel F# BbmOf course her desBires they alwC#ays mistook F# BbmShe'd rather've been scBarred than be scarC#red with loathe
F# Bbm B C#
F#In convBbmersation shBe often conC#tends F# BbmCostumes build cuBstoms that involC#ve dead ends EbmShe found her courage inB a change of sC#cene Ebm This Sunday's socBial would be shorC#t its queen
EbmAll her besBt years speF#nt distracted EbmBy these tiBred reenactF#ments EbmWith the riBght step she'll trF#y her chancBes EbmSomewhG#mere elF#se
F#There Bbmhe is a steBp outside herC# view F# BbmReciting the wBords he hoped she C#might pursue EbmNight upon night a Bfaithful light C#at shore EbmIf he'd only convinBce his legs acrC#oss the floor
F#Please don't watch me dBanciC#ng F#Oh no don't watch me daBncinC#g
Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm Ebm Bbm G#m Bbm
EbmSomething chBanges when she F#glances EbmEnough to teBach you what roF#mance is EbmWith the rigBht step they trF#y their chBances EbmSomewhG#mere eF#lse
F# F# B C# F# F# B C#
F#Please don't watch me dBanciC#ng F#Don't watch me dBanciC#ng