[Intro — playful spoken dialogue, music counting underneath] [Female — counting seriously] One, two, three, four— [Male — sudden] Ow! [Female — innocent, deadpan] Sorry about your foot. [Male — teasing] You said you could dance. [Female] I said I could learn. [Male — amused] Oh. That's different. [Verse 1 — rhythmic spoken-sung banter] [Female] You go left— [Male] You went right. [Female] Still worked. [Male] Not quite. [Female — starts counting again] One, two, three— [Male] Stop counting. [Female — defensive, playful] I was doing so well. [Male — dry] You were on five. [Chorus — Both, melodic, joyful harmony] Nothing to prove, nothing to get right. You move— I answer. I move— you might. Miss a step, make up two. Was that the dance? [Female] No idea. [Male] Me too. [Verse 2 — playful back-and-forth] [Male] You changed the rhythm. [Female — pleased] You noticed. [Male] Cheater. [Female — teasing] Keep up. [Male] Was that a real step? [Female — confident] It is now. [Final Chorus — Both, loose funky harmony] Nothing to prove, nothing to get right. You move— I answer. I move— you might. No perfect steps, no grand design. Your wrong move works pretty well with mine. [Outro — spoken, smiling] [Male] You're getting better. [Female] At dancing? [Male] At missing my feet. [Female — cheeky] No promises.
