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Dance-A-Long...

Get off your hiney and get ready to move.  This is the first official blog dance-a-long.

What's a dance-a-long?  Well, it's much more exciting than a sing-a-long.  Why?  Haha, you shall see.

Ready, set...DANCE!

You know I'm bad, I'm bad. You know it.
Quick, bust out your Jackson leg kick!

Oh, Oh, O-O-Oh, Oh, Oh, O-Oh.
Oh, Oh, O-O-Oh, the right stuff.
If you don't know the dance to this song, I pity you.
If you do, make me proud.  Make. Me. Proud.

(I don't know the words to this part) Macarena, 
(I don't know all of the words) Macarena, 
(Maybe I should learn these lyrics) Macarena, 
Heyyy Macarena!!
I taught my 8th grade principal this dance.

Let's do the time warp agaaain!
Let's do the time warp agaaain!
I *might* have taught a few 4 year-olds this dance recently.

All the single ladies (all the single ladies)
All the single ladies (all the single ladies)...
Whoa-oh-oh, o-o-oh, o-oh, oh, o-o-oh!
This dance was especially fun when I was pregnant with Lyla.  Channel your inner Beyonce!  C'mon, I know you can!

Come on baby, let's do the twist!
Come on ba-aby, let's do the twist!
If you've made it this far and have yet to dance, you have no excuse not to at this point!
Everyone can twist!

Well done friends.  Happy dancing!











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