Dancing On the Ceiling

He dances overhead on the ceiling near my bed

In my sight through the night

I try to hide in vain, underneath my counterpane

There's my love, way up above

I whispered, "Go away, my lover, it's not fair"

But I'm so thankful to discover he's still there

I love my ceiling more since it is a dancing floor

Just for my love

I whispered, "Go away, my lover, it's not fair"

But I'm so thankful to discover he's still there

I love my ceiling more since it is a dancing floor

Just for, just for my love