[Lyric] Dancing in the Street (Isaac Paris)

You won’t find my body hanging in a tree
You won’t find me sobbing writing forlorn poetry
You won’t find me crying in the field by the slough
I’ll be dancing in the street
Happy that our love is through

I’m so glad our love is dead
It was suffocating me
I couldn’t take the pressure trying
To live up to your needs
So I’ve been playing pooh sticks
And taking naps in the sun
Offering toasts to strangers and
Hugging everyone

I’m so glad our love has expired
Its conditions and exemptions were breaking my will

I walked down college road
Walked past creamers field
And saw the geese and the swans еating bugs and said
Hey geese, just like you, I am free
Whеn you fly home for the winter, won’t you please?
Won’t you please take me?