Dancing On The Ceilingjh

Dancing On The Ceilingjh
Dancing on the ceilingjack hylton he dances overheadon the ceiling, near my bed,in my sight, through the night.i try to hide in vainunderneath my counter pane;there's my love up above.i whisper “go away my loverit's not fair,”but i'm grateful to discoverhe's still there.i love my ceiling moresince it is a daning floorjust for my love.