Perfect Rhythms

What I see in you
What you see in me
Doesn't have to be what other people think to be

So, I'm short and fat
And you're tall and thin
It's what we see and what we think that makes us win

But when we dance a slow dance
We display a flair
That people stop and stay and watch
Like Fred Astaire
He's dancing on the ceiling
And the walls and the floor
Across a crystal ballroom
Such we assume to soar
Transfixed by mystic dancing
That they yearn for more
Enthralled by perfect rhythms
They're enchanted to the core

Never had a dime
And you love to spend
We have a lot of nothing so we just pretend

Married old to young
Old enough to vote
Met my ancient lover who's beyond reproach

But when we dance a slow dance
We display a move
A Ginger Rogers' type of step
That is so smooth
That others cannot look away
We seem to soar
Enthralled by perfect rhythms
That they yearn for more

What I see in you
What you see in me
Doesn't have to be what other people think to be
But when we dance
They are entranced
A captured glance
Enthralled by perfect rhythms
That they yearn for more
That they yearn for more