To All Dancers Of The World, a Round Form Of Fantasy
Sweet Trip
You are ray of light
In the night sky
And you don't mind
When the light
Shines on your face
Baby I wouldn't mind
To be graced by
Your gentle smile
(Took the eyes)
That kissed you softly there
(Promenade)
Hold my hand
Wait for I'll get
My photograph
(Our lives)
In the snowy air
You're on your own
You're on your own
You're on your own
You're on your own
