[5.25 x 8 - red pencil, technical pen on sketchbook paper]
Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free,
at night I lock the doors, where no one else can see.
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself,
tonight I wanna dance with someone else.
Get into the groove, boy... you've got to prove your love to me.
Get up on your feet, step to the beat... boy what will it be?