The gazelles so gentle and clever Skip lightly in frolicsome mood.
That's what we Americans do when we find a place that's really special. We go there and act exactly like ourselves. And we are a bunch of fun-loving dopes.
She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.
Till I get bored, I can eat. Suddenly one day, I will decide, 'Okay, today I will eat.' Then, I dance.
Who hasn't danced in their underwear?
I'm still shocked every time I see snow. The first bit of snow each year... I stay up and I watch it. And then I go out and pick it up and eat it and move around in it.
I remember the first time I saw him. He was 13 and just floated over the ground like a cockier spaniel chasing a piece of silver paper in the wind.
The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
The age of 20 was all about stupid things. I did crazy things but never lost it. I was, you know, a little crazy. I once broke up with my boyfriend in London and went to an Indian guy's apartment who I didn't know and who told me he saw my aura and gave me a massage.
I slipped myself some pink Xannies/And danced around the house in all-over print panties.
To rock isn't necessarily to cavort.
Give that man a Pixy Stix," Haddie said. "A what?" Lucia asked. "Hold on." She left then returned a moment later with a handful of colorful straws, one of which she threw at Max like a dart. He caught it in midair. That impressed Haddie and she tossed him another, just to see if he could do it again. He fumbled that one.
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
I just stroll in right before the recording goes on.
When we started in university we were wearing lampshades on our heads and playing wacky covers like 'I'm a Believer.'
Strangely enough, as I explored these abandoned malls, I found myself acting like a kid all over again. At times jumping up on to nearby fountain ledges trying to balance myself as I became mesmerized all over again by the futuristic skylights that dangled fearlessly over my head.
I always do like seeing other people dance in their cars. It's one of the things that makes me happy.
I'm like a rock singer with one-night stands on the road.
Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor.
Well, but you two are dancing around in your iridescent little downpour, whooping and stomping as sane people ought to do when they encounter a thing so miraculous as water.
