Can't Help Thinking
John, I'm Only Dancing
Every move Jareth made was smooth and controlled. He effortlessly twirled her six times then spun her back into his arms. He slowly stepped back from her.
"You need a bit more practice."
Sarah shook her head still panting from the exercise; she didn't understand how he could dance like that.
"Who is the man watching us?" She nodded her head toward the gentleman standing by the back entrance of El Corazon. El Corazon was dance club that Anne, an old acquaintance of Jareth's, owned.
Jareth directed his attention to the gentleman with the mussed brown hair, "My boyfriend, John."
Shadow love was quick and clean, life's a well-thumbed machine
I saw you watching from the stairs, you're everyone that ever cared
Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving
Move me, touch me
John, I'm only dancing
She turns me on, but I'm only dancing
She turns me on, but don't get me wrong
I'm only dancing
John, I'm Only Dancing - David Bowie 1972
