The Music That Makes Me Dance

I add two and two The most simple addition Then swear That the figures are lying I'm a much better comic then mathematician Cause I'm better on stage Than at intermission And as far As the man is concerned If I've been burned Well I haven't learn I know he's around When the sky And the ground Starting ringing I know that he's near By the thunder I hear in advance His words And his words alone Are the words that can start me Heart singing And his is The only music That makes me dance He'll sleep And he lies in the light Of two eyes That adore him Oh, bore him it might But he Won't leave me sight For a glance In every way Every single day I need less of myself I need more him More him And his is The only music That makes dance Yes, his is The only music That makes dance