tango or fox trot

This dance
What I do, who I share it with
Solo or group choreography
It's so hard to remember all the moves, each time, someone changed the music on me. So it's never quite the same.

But I've no choice.

My mum wants a song at her funeral and it has the line
If you get the chance to sit it out or dance
Dance

But I don't always want to dance, I sometimes like to watch and see others living that life. 

I love dancing in private and with my girl. I love that. 

But this merry dance, I'd much rather sit this one out. 

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