Lyrics

she's uncomfortable with silence
she keeps the rhythm with her shoes
i see the butterflies inside her
i wonder when she'll let 'em loose

(chorus:)
what've you got to lose?
get yourself some real tapping shoes
go outside and tell the world your news
it's suicide what you've done to these blues

turned 'em into red, cinnamon,
something like a dead politician's dream,
but never too extreme,

her father says it isn't practical
she'll wind up broken on the street
but i can see the magic in her toes
and feel the rhythm in her feet

(chorus)

turned 'em into gray
rythm fades away