I think the girl came from Connecticut
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You could say life kept giving her uppercuts
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Serious in the diner, leaning at the motel
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She wears an apron that makes her super pretty
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When customers show up, they order meatballs
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Their eyes fixed on the baseball game
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Nobody looks at her, yet she's a beauty
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An ordinary woman who's been underrated
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But whenever she can, she dances in the back room
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Nobody can see she's got mega style
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Whenever she can, she dances in the back room
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Nobody can see this prima ballerina
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You'll think I'm a screenwriter
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There's breaking, there's dancing, we're in the street
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Crews form, there's guys, girls
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There's hop-rock and there's challenges
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And then there's this guy in weightlessness
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Half condor and half breaker
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A performer, I swear, I insist
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He's a one-legged dancer
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Nobody asks what he's doing there
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Here we don't care about Vuvuzelas
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With a crutch, he turns into a gymnast
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He owns the space, he's so classy
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They dance, whatever the trend
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For them it's natural, it sounds obvious
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They dance, whatever the distance
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Trance is a dialogue that creates correspondence
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They dance for their independence
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No matter the governance, whatever the presidency
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They dance to a song of resistance
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The rain dance to bring back abundance