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