Emily

I saw Emily on a podium on Saturday night
and she was dancing dancing dancing
I saw Emily on a podium on Saturday night
She was entrancing.
Lost in music not wanting to be found
She smiled
and she shone
and I think that the music sounded
different in her head
it sounded different
Better.

Emily goes home and cares for her mum
she cleans up after her
and even wipes her bum
And she holds her hand
when the bad pains come
and she tells her that things will soon be
Different
Better.

And Emily dreams in music and light
and she dances for all
that is good and right
it’s her only stimulation on a Saturday night
when she goes dancing dancing dancing.

And Emily works hard when she’s in school
She sometimes misses lessons
but she’s nobody’s fool
She doesn’t stay behind
because it isn’t cool
and she says she can’t be bothered
to play life by its rule
because she’s different.

When Emily comes clubbing
she don’t stay out really late
But she’ll dance up on a podium
and she’ll always look great
Up upon the podium
She’ll shine and she’ll smile
(and she’ll try not to think of her mum for a while)

and I think that the music
just sounds different in her head
when she is dancing dancing dancing.

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