When the world was at war, we kept dancing

Girls, don’t forget your pearls
And all of your horses
As you make your way across the pond
Girls, don’t forget your curls
And all of your corsets
Memorize them in a little song

Boys, don’t forget your toys
And take all of your money
If you find you’re in a foreign land
Boys, don’t make too much noise
And don’t try to be funny
Other people may not understand

Shake it up, throw your hands up and get loose
Cut a rug, lean into the fucking youth
Choreo, we just want the fucking truth
Told by the frightened.

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