Like a dancer on the stage. I accept the role. Dance mister dance. Romance, Oh how I am feeling the pull. Bucket full about to spill. I get mixed emotions. No one to tell. No one I can share this with.Can't give it away, and I can't get it fulfilled. What a go between to be caught in. Tell me what you feel. If you have the blood pumping in your vains. Can you feel me. I hope this moon passes. It's pull is driving my blood to a funny boil. Yes I get this way. Longing for a freedom. I don't recognize. Ain't it funny.