Snap your fingers, and act like you're dancing!
Smile the smile that dosen't touch your eyes, those don't ever change

How funny. I found some old poetry today
I've come to the conclusion that I must have been silly
Thinking I liked them!
No, that wasn't even close

Did we meet to early? Probably not
There will be others, surely, reciprociated love

I'm sure you all are tired of hearing of this

So people!, Oh, dear people!
Snap and sway and act like you're dancing until you ARE!
As Freddy Mercury wails in the ear of your bedrooms!
And David Bowie builds!
Oh, we're all under pressure!
Pressure and dancing and IDEAS!
DANCE!
Act like you have no ideas! Dance like you have no ideas!

He died, a little while ago. I never knew him, but it seems that she cared for him