Dance, until you just can't.
April, May, June and July, We'' hang outside
August and February all the time
Talking our way through March, hanging out
always 'til it starts. Over and over again, you
promised that it wont end, So I will try to find
a way, to thank you again, 'cause I, I am not into
the idea of living without you, and I, I am not into
the idea of being without you. No, this won't be a
sad song, there's going to be claps and
signing along.