She crossed the street like she was floating
Her eyes bluer than the sky
Dancing round inside the bike lane
To the music in her mind
He stepped outside of the drug store
Clapped his hands and raised a smile
Tapped his way down to the corner
To the music in his mind
She could dance like Ginger Rogers
He could be her Fred Astaire
They went dancing down the side walk
They didn't care
She did a two-step at the crossing
He shuffled down the yellow line
Pirouetting and grooving and moving
To the music in their minds
She could dance like Ginger Rogers
He could be her Fred Astaire
They went dancing down the side walk
They didn't care
Her hair was golden and flowing
He waltzed around her one last time
Then they separated to the orchestrated
Music in their minds
She could dance like Ginger Rogers
He could be her Fred Astaire
They went dancing down the side walk
They didn't care
She could dance like Ginger Rogers
He could be her Fred Astaire
They went dancing down the side walk
They didn't care