Dance for Me [Deluxe Edition] - Cunninlynguists

She was a late bloomer, from Penny to Janet in a blink

Dreamt 'bout being Josephine Baker in the mink

Gold make-up like the Shpinx, skin made to view

Body ornament performances, sin-sational

From Rhythm Nation to, ritilation through

Demon-strations of, what's she's made to do

She always told me that she wanted to dance

The only time she felt worthy of romance, damn

I tried to told her she was worthy of chance

But it'sh ard to talk to somebody in a trance

I just gave her a glance, enough to sang her blues

Be Pablo to paint her moves, be Langstion to name her Hughes

Emily dance for me someone said, she, curtsied and turned her head

She posed, with knowledge and grace she gave us a taste

WIth a look on her face that could be taken for dead

(verse 2 - Natti)

Are we crazy, deranged

To stand up for some change?

Dreams turn to schemes

Which marionette pulls your strings?

Emily's enemy was Emily, feelin me?

She only lusted to heel-toe kick to the symphony

And now she justified cryin rivers for sympathy

Which in end she finds out is simply misery

No mystery, or OnStar on destiny's roads

Ballerina wardrobe glowing under the strobe

Twirlin amongst dollars, waiting under the pole

For a slightly possible goal sometimes we sell out our soul

Can't help that, everybody done felt that

Just ask your favorite artists whose heart has turned to pitch black

Ask some of these stars where they lost they sense of self at

Strictly being puppets in public is a setback

Yeah fam, that's Emily's energy

Everybody's a dance, I don't view you no differently so dance

(outro)

She makes it rain with her tears