Into A Dancer You Have Grown From

Got Seven Women On My Mind. Four That Want To Own Me, Two That Want To Stone Me, And One Says She's A Friend Of Mine.

And My Dad Wanted Me To Play The Trumpet Because That's What He Liked. His Idol Was Louis Armstrong. My Dad Thought My Teeth Came Together In A Way That Was Perfect For Playing The Trumpet.

Out Into The Cool Of The Evening Strolls The Pretender. He Knows That All His Hopes And Dreams Begin And End There.

Do The Steps That You've Been Shown, By Everyone You've Ever Known, Until The Dance Becomes Your Very Own.

You Can Take As Much As You Can From The Generation That Has Preceded You, But Then It's Up To You To Make Something New.