short sleeves and a necktie
pink dress and high heels
in my hand a daisy
time to dance with thee

walking towards you with a smile
a dashing beauty in retro style
i put my hand over yours
let us start this dancing course

awkward steps to hide my fears
acting stupid to hold back my tears
then its time to pass you on
just like that its gone

now you dance with another
the one that has taken over
the ground i once almost stood
gold turned into wood

that was my last dance
you are now in better hands