The Dancer
When I was a boy I wanted to dance, but my dad wanted no part in it. He was a man's man, loved football and only wanted that for me. I played football, but I danced in secret at night. One day, my dad saw me dancing and he cried; I thought he was mad. But he wasn't mad, he was simply happy that I was happy dancing!
He was a man's man, loved football and only wanted that for me. One day, my dad saw me dancing and he cried; I thought he was mad. I played football, but I danced in secret at night. When I was a boy I wanted to dance, but my dad wanted no part in it. But he wasn't mad, he was simply happy that I was happy dancing!