Texty: Constance Amiot. Dime For A Buck.

There's a man out there he gives a dime for a buck
Says it matches all his dreams like memories
And there's a girl right down the sreet
Says she's looking for romance as I wait,
For something beautiful

And you tap to the rhythm and you move
With your feelings
And you're picking and you're dancing
And tou tap and you move and you feel

I don't care but that's what they say about you
They say yours eyes are red and your soul is blue
And you tap and you move and you feel

As I wait for you, as I wait for
Something beautiful

And you tap to the rhythm and you move
With your feelings
And you're picking and you're dancing

(Merci a phoeunix pour cettes paroles)