hand on waist, a tight embrace, split up now, turn face to face, then three steps, contact again waiting for your gaze again. rhythm is all that makes my heart, but a regular beat keeps me stuck, so I like this new song, where my heart skips every fourth. fast tempo now, stakes are higher, no place to fall or keep quiet, the cards are played, game is on, let's see if I get to call you my own.