Right now I have no wife
Or husband either for that matter
Though I once thought I’d rather
But now I’m older I’d rather neither
Better friends with all my ex’s
Why else does dancing still persist
If not to change partners
In this year-round school of love
Where I have barely learned
The two-step or the foxtrot
And cannot tell the dancer
From his pants the ones
She’s wearing to the dance
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