Four Tapping Shoes And A Kiss - Her Space Holiday

When I’m down

And filled with gloom

And feel like I can’t compete

I slip into my old tap shoes

And dance around with two left feet

With one click of my heels

Scrape of my toes

The walls of my room unglue

And on that marquee

It says that you love me

The shows sold out

So it must be true

To everyone in the room

The house lights dim

The curtain is raised

It’s just me and that empty stage

The crowd explodes with a glorious roar

That tells me everything thing is OK

With one tip of my hat

The orchestra plays

That timeless Vaudeville tune

And to my surprise

I notice your eyes

Following my every move

We got nothing to prove

So I reach out my hand

And pull you up to me

A brush on the cheek for luck

With a confident smile we sway for awhile

Until we float high above

The stress of the day

The weight of the world

That things that we felt as a kid

All there is now

Is the glorious sound

Of four tapping shoes and a kiss

Cause that’s what I miss

The house lights dim

The curtain is raised

It’s just me and that empty stage

The crowd explodes with a glorious roar

That tells me everything thing is OK