When We Do The Dance WHY?

We heavy a glance with good lust
Can't wait for a chance when it's only the two of us
Yes just us, hey but in a way Boss
I want to buss in your great great grandmother's uterus

In a deep time sense - computer enhance
When we do the dance, high priests ordained it
Our blood demands it, the Lord commands it
Future generations might applaud us, standing

And our foremothers lovers and them
Form a fabric of this, put their lips to the hem
And blow the shofar softly - not to sound lofty
Or whatever, dungchen or bagpipes by proxy

When wе do the dance, high priests ordainеd it
Our blood demands it, the Lord commands it
Future generations might applaud us, standing

When we do the dance, high priests ordained it
Our blood demands it, the Lord commands it
And blow the shofar softly - not to sound lofty
Or whatever, dungchen or bagpipes by proxy