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When I was small,

I didn't even know
that I was a kid
with 'special needs'.

How did I find out?

By other people telling me

that I was different
from everyone else.

And that this was a problem.

True enough...

it was very hard for me
to act like most other people.

And even now, I still can't do
a 'real' conversation.

From your point of view,
the world of autism

must look like
a deeply mysterious place.

So my big hope is that
by writing this book,

I can help to explain
in my own way,

what goes on in my mind.

Can you imagine
how your life would be

if you couldn't say
what you wanted?

They're turned off.

The fountains are off in Greece.

The fountains are off in Greece.

Hi, all the fountains are off
in Greece.

Are they?

All the fountains are off
in Greece.

Okay.

Those fountains are off
in Greece.

No more.

Every time
I do something

that other people wouldn't,

it must make you wonder why.

But don't judge me
from the outside only.

Spare a little time to listen
to what I have to say

and have a nice trip
through our world.

Amrit picks up on things
which people usually do not.

That was kind of a revelation.

For a very long time

she had so much anger in her

but there was no way that she
could tell us about it.

She must've had some bullying
moments in school.

She was wanting
to make friends

but others did not know
how to be friendly with her.

She would scream for hours,

and then she would cry
and I would cry

and-- not knowing what to do.

That was the time

when she used to really rub
the crayon

on one particular spot
until the paper would tear

and there were impressions
on her desk.

But within that,

there was such a strong message
for others.

And I realized that it wasn't
just art that she was doing.

She was actually giving me
the routine of her day

and what all was happening.

So, she would draw
what she was eating,

she would draw other students
around her,

she would draw the landscape.

And that is how
the journey began.

So how do I see
the world?

You may be looking
at the exact same thing as me,

but how I perceive it
appears to be different.

When you see an object

it seems you see it
as an entire thing first

and only afterwards
do its details follow on.

But for me, the details
jump straight out first of all,

and then gradually,
detail by detail,

the whole image floats up
into focus.

My eyes are captured
by lines and surfaces.

Just to get a grip on things,
I have to scan my memory

to find an experience closest
to what's happening now.

The chaos of the world
has to be

turned into some kind
of coherent order,

almost by hand,

inside an autistic mind
I think-- I don't have one

so I can't be sure but this book
helps me understand a bit.

Naoki Higashida wrote
'The Reason I Jump'

when he was thirteen years old.

And like my son, he was
autistic and didn't speak.

It's like cartography.
He makes a map of his mind.

There's an example where Naoki
talks about the steps

that he has to go through
to understand

that it is raining.

And it would never occur
to you if you're neurotypical,

that you have to flip through
this mental card index,

connecting the sound,
previous memories

with the word 'rain' to work
out what's happening now.

You just know it's raining.

The world that Naoki
describes is different.

Chaotic, swirling,
raw and visceral.

It's emotionally very taxing.

Meltdowns can blow up
out of nowhere.

So that's where
my son's living.

And it's not easy.

She used
to have these obsessions.

--Uh, my fear

was that it is socially
awkward.

And I-- I would try
and stop her from doing that.

But when I read Naoki's book,

I realized what she must be
going through.

So, it's difficult. Yes...
I'm sorry.

I've acted so strange
with my own child.

I don't know...

how I fit into a mother's role.

I've tried to stop her
from being herself.

Every single thing
has its own unique beauty.

When a color is vivid
or a shape is eye-catching,

then my heart kind of
drowns in it.

I can't concentrate
on anything else.

A person who's looking
at a mountain far away

doesn't notice the prettiness

of the dandelion
in front of them.

There are certain sounds,

there are certain sights,
that are either painful

or they are very pleasant.

When she comes home,
she picks up a paper to...

to kind of put it there
for the world to know.

Not being able to talk

means not being able to share

what you're feeling
or thinking.

To live my life
as a human being,

nothing is more important

than being able
to express myself.

How can you be subject
to all this wild,

uncensored, sensory input

and then render that
into language?

Naoki Higashida sort of
achieved the impossible.

A kid who could still remember
what it's like

to be four or five years old.

It's kind of poetry.

It felt like our son
was talking to us.

It felt like when I was at--

at my most desperate,

knowing I wouldn't get
an answer,

but just saying,
"Why are you doing that?"

Uh...

Well, here's the answer.

My wife and I wanted the people
who work with our son

to read it as well.

So, we started translating it.

The book felt like
an envoy from another world,

whose culture, whose rules,

whose reasons
I didn't understand.

My mind

is forever swaying this way
and that.

I never ever feel
at ease wherever I am.

As a child, I used to wander
off from home.

It wasn't because I wanted
to go out

for a special reason.

My body moved
because it was lured outside

by something there,

in search of somewhere
where I felt at ease.

Hi. Hi, Joss.

The lady is going to turn
the fans on.

It's like a fan.

The fan-- The fan goes round
and round.

We're making a fan.

Make it--
make it spin fast!

Make it spin fast.

It's going round.
- It is going round.

Joss going high.

High!

High, Joss.

Joss... because it's raining...

Good lad.
- Good lad, well done.

I am a good lad.
- Joss, Joss we're gonna take
the sausage and chips

back to Bradstow, okay?

Come on.

We're at big school.
- We are at big school.

Is the umbrella hot?

As soon as
I try to speak with someone,

my words just vanish.

There is a gap
between what I'm thinking

and what I'm saying.

Mummy got me two milkshakes.

Mummy did get you
two milkshakes.

It's like a reflex...

...reacting to what I've
just seen in some cases...

or to some old memories.

As if I'm drowning
in a flood of words.

The cover is like
a black hoover.

It's like a--
- Red?

This cover is like
a black hoover.

It's like
a red hoover.

It's like a black hoover.

Oh,
it's like a black one.

This cover is
like a red hoover.
I think it's like
a black hoover.

Its cover is like
a black hoover.

It is.

The big exception
is words or phrases

I'm familiar with,

like playing a game
of catch with a ball.

Papa!
- Papa.

Papa, Papa!

Do you want to wait
for the doggy to go?

Joss, the dog's gone now,
we're gonna keep walking

to the cafe, okay?

Good lad, well done.

Joss can see everything,

and he can hear everything.

When Joss was little,

his sensory world
was entirely a positive thing.

Everything related back
to water and light,

so we provided as much water
and light as we could.

What can you see?

What can you see, Joss?

One of the things
I would love to be

is just inside his head.

Just-- just for ten seconds
to understand,

how he sees the world.

Let's go.

It's making a noise.

The green box
is making a noise.

The green box
is making a noise.

Shall we get in?

You cannot get--
No, you cannot get in, no.

Green box is like music.

Green box is like music.

Is it like a black hoover?

No, it's like a red hoover.
Sounds like a red hoover.

Does it sound like
a black hoover?

Does it sound like
a black hoover?

No, it sounds like a red hoover.

Want to go now?

Green boxes have become
a massive part of our life

because we realize
that Joss can hear them

from a long, long,
long way away.

We need to get pizza.
- We're gonna go--

Daddy's driving
to get the pizza now.

We had a sprinkler
at Number Eighty.

We did have a sprinkler.
Mummy used to--

"You're not having
a sprinkler tonight"

at Number Eighty.

Is that what--
Did Mummy say that?

Did Mummy say that?

No! Mummy always let you
have the sprinkler on!

Number Eighty
was the number of a house

we used to live in.

Joss is remembering
the things that happened

in that garden when he was
about three or four years old.

Specific events.

Number Eighty.
- Number Eighty.

To him, they are just
as real as something

that's happened
half an hour ago.

I think the earliest
we've had is when he was

just before his second
birthday.

Like some kind of,
um, slideshow,

an out of control slideshow.

Time is a continuous thing

with no clear boundaries,

which is why it's so confusing.

Inside my head,

there isn't really
such a big difference

between what I was told
just now,

and what I heard a long,
long time ago.

I imagine
other people's memories

are arranged continuously
like a line.

My memory
is more like a pool of dots.

Memories are all scattershot

and never connected
in the right order.

Mummy did turn the
sprinkler on at Number Eighty.

The trouble
with scattered memories

is that sometimes
they replay themselves

in my head as if they've
only just taken place...

and the emotions
I felt originally

come rushing back to me
like a sudden storm.

Daddy can't get the pizza.

Daddy is getting pizza,

and Daddy's getting
more dough balls now.

Two minutes for pizza.

Can you wait with Mummy please,
darling?

There's no more pizza!

No, no,
the pizza is coming.

Daddy is bringing the pizza
- There's no pizza today!

Don't panic,
there's gonna be a pizza.

--Don't hurt me please.

Don't hurt me.

There's no more.

Oh, no!
- Don't panic.

There's no pizza!

Daddy's gone to get one?
- Please, honey.

Daddy's gone to get one.

Exactly what
the next moment has in store

never stops
being a big, big worry.

It's pizza,
it's Joss' pizza!

I brought you some pizza!

Here!

Daddy! You brought
the pizza. Thank you!

Fucking Pizza Express.

As he's hit puberty,

his relationship
with that sensory world

has changed.

His anxiety is just huge.

There are times
when I can't act,

even though
I really badly want to.

It's as if my whole body
belongs to someone else.

As if I'm remote-controlling
a faulty robot.

Get up.

Daddy loves you.
Daddy loves you.

Joss!

Stop!

Joss, stop! Stop!

Stop hurting Daddy.

It's a feeling
of helplessness

which brings on a panic attack
or a meltdown.

Even when I make
a tiny mistake,

the fact of it starts rushing
towards me like a tsunami.

To get away, I'll do anything.

And afterwards,

when I see the wreckage
I've made, I hate myself.

I just hate myself.

Hello.
- Hello.

Let's go?
- Let's go!

We had this kind of horrible,
hellish few months

where his aggression
got worse and worse.

From there on in,
something had just changed.

He was expelled
from the school he was in...

and we found a school

that could take and cope
with children

with really
challenging behavior.

And so we took him there,

and we had to leave him there.

He comes home a lot...

but that decision to send him
to a residential school

was the most painful
we've ever had to make.

They need to get
some more bubbles from the shop.

Right, Joss,

shall we see
what we've got today, yeah?

Can we reach our hands
really nice and tall?

Beautiful!

What is the reason
I jump?

I react physically to feelings
of sadness and happiness.

So, when something happens
that affects me emotionally,

my body seizes up
as if struck by lightning.

But when I'm jumping,

it's as if I'm shaking loose
the ropes

that are tying me down...

as if my feelings
are going upwards to the sky.

If only I could just
flap my wings and fly off

to some faraway place.

'The Reason I Jump'
turned on its head

many of the things
that we all think

we know about autism.

That people with autism
don't do emotions,

uh, that they have
no imaginative intelligence.

Naoki couldn't possibly
have written it,

were these things true.

And autistic people
who can write like Naoki does

are in a bit of a double bind.

Some people will not believe
that they have written the book,

uh, or some people believe
they have written the book

but, therefore, can't be--
can't possibly be

properly autistic.
Only a little bit autistic.

Nine, ten, over here,
and I've got three over here.

Move to the other side, please.

So, you're not late,
you're totally on time, Ben.

I'll see you--
- See you on the ice!

We've been waiting
for you!

Mm-hmm.
- Yep. Let's do it!

Ben, go! Move in. Yay!

Awesome! Awesome!

Alright, yeah!

"Ah,
don't worry about him,

he'd rather be on his own."

How many times
have I heard this?

The truth is, I'd love to be
with other people.

I can't believe that anyone
born as a human being

really wants
to be left on their own.

When people don't talk,

you assume
they're not understanding you.

And then they assume

that it's
a cognitive impairment.

Ben is twenty-three.

E.V. started working
with Ben when he was

seven, E.V. baby?

Seven or eight.

And, um... at the time,
Ben had, what,

an attention span of what,
about two minutes maybe?

He was just all over the place,

and we're trying to do
speech therapy with this kid.

And finally, when Ben turned
I think sixteen, we said,

"You know what E.V.?

Speech therapy is not
what he needs."

And E.V.,
bless her heart, said,

"Let me try one more thing."

Ready?

"I never..."

"I never..."
Go, look at it.

Look at it.

"I never dreamed..."

"...this..." Get it.

"...this was..."

Get it. Get it.

Get it.

Good. Get it.
Look for the letter.

"I never dreamed this was
POSSIB...

...LE."

When I first saw
kids spelling,

that was it for me.

Many people who are autistic
their brain knows what to do

but they can't get it
to their body.

And it made so much sense
looking at it

from more of a motor skills
standpoint.

Because speech is motor.

Taking language
out of the fine motor

of the speech, putting it
into the gross motor

of the arm to point
made a lot of sense.

--A...

Look at it.

Get it.

--T, and it, W, go, O, go, R, go,

K, go, E and D.

If non-speakers
are capable of spelling

and are capable of
intelligence,

that really shakes
the foundation

of a lot of things
that we've believed.

Okay. "There was once
a time I had nothing..."

You've gotta finish that,
that's kind of sad.

EVERY

Everything!
Everything!

I'm done!

Perhaps you're thinking
that it's no major effort

for me to write
these sentences,

but that isn't true at all.

When I learned to use
the letter board,

it let me anchor my words,

words that would otherwise
flutter off

as soon as I was able
to speak them.

Can you imagine
the frustration...

being autistic and non-verbal
and you hear everything

and you see everything
and you feel everything

but you can't respond?

When you think about it
that explains the anger,

it explains the...

...you know, the violence,
the aggression.

You-- you can't negotiate.

To reach a point
where he is able to express,

has just been a huge blessing.

Please don't assume
that every word I speak

is what I intend to say.

Making sounds
with your mouth

isn't the same thing
as communication.

Let's go home, please. No more.

Yeah!
- "We could finally..."

"We could finally
let each other..."

No more. No more!

No more.
- "...how..."

No, that's a...

No more.

"We could finally tell
each other how we felt."

No more!

No more! No more.

Our kids
were both in preschool,

that's when our families
first met.

It seemed like Emma
was in a lot of pain

and she could scream at us
all day long.

There weren't many people

that you could invite
into your home

but we could always invite
Ben's family.

And they seemed happy
to be together,

but there was no way really
to gauge

what they felt about each
other.

Remember when we all
were together in Seattle?

How about that?
- Oh, man!

Alright, to the oldest

and bestest friends...
- Cheers.

Cheers.
- Come what may.

Come what may.

Cheers, Emma, cheers.

Emma can you--

Open the present,
open the present.

Emma, can you do cheers
with Ben?

Open the present.

Can you do cheers with Emma?

Oh, uh, uh, walk to Target.

After we walk to Target.
Can you cheers with Ben?

Go like this.
Ben's waiting for you.

Hold your cup.
- Emma's going to Hawaii,

Emma's going to Hawaii!
- There you go, cheers!

Emma's going to Hawaii.

Emma is going to Hawaii.

You talk at an
incredible speed.

Between thinking something
in your head

and saying it, takes you
just a split second.

Uh, Emma's going Target.
- To me,

that's like magic.
- Target.

I have to speak
in an unknown foreign language

every minute of every day.

Before they actually
started communicating

using the letter board,
we put words in their mouths

all the time.
- Yeah, exactly.

You know, just to, kind of,
fill up the-- the-- the void.

We would say,
"Hey, Ben, dadada."

And then someone else says,
"Well, Ben says dadada."

And then, of course,
you fast forward fifteen years

and you realize that they--
they have been friends

for so long.
That's what makes this unique.

How do you establish and sustain
and nurture a friendship...

for twenty years

with no spoken language?

Yeah.

Walk to Target.

Emma's going to Hawaii.

Alright, this is the homework
that is due on Tuesday...

...um, about Argentina.

Intro to Argentina,

Argentina
is the second largest country

in South America,
eighth largest in the world,

today it is seen as a democracy.

Okay, we talked
about a few famous Argentinians,

we talked about that in class
the other day.

Um...

Emma, do you remember...

who we talked about?

Peron. And do you remember
there was something

very unique about...

Peron, there was something
very unique about him,

because after he died

who was-- who replaced him?

Touch it.

His wife.

They made a movie about her.

Yeah, Em, we're gonna have lunch
in a little bit.

Oh.
- After we do

our homework.
We're going to do our homework,

then we're gonna take a walk,

and then we're gonna
eat our lunch.

Do you guys remember who Peron
admired during the war.

Do you remember who that was?

We talked about this
the other day in class.

Mussolini, that is correct.

They've never been able
to do this before.

I mean this is

the first time
they've ever had any access

to curriculum.

Emma, what was education
like before?

You had these classes to go to?

T...
- T...

"They wasted time."

Okay, Ben. How do you feel?

"They"...

"They have denied
our civil rights."

I'm sorry, Mommy.
Sorry, Mommy.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I used to wonder
why nonspeaking me

had ever been born.

Autistic people have no
freedom.

We need a place to belong.

This world is our world...
there is no other.

Jestina, she taught me
how to be a father.

The type of love
we've got from her

just changes your whole
perspective on life.

--Hmm.

I wish I could get a gift
that I loved this much!

Seems like you can buy something
so expensive

and, Jes, you're not bothered,
but the one that you like,

it's all about the sensory, eh?

Autistic people obsess
over certain things

because we'd go crazy
if we didn't.

Repetitive things
are comforting.

They soothe me and protect me
from uncertainty.

Oh, Jestina, football.

Jes, let's go!

Okay, it's time to go.

Anywhere in the world,

when you have a child
with autism,

there's still a lot of stigma.

As she grew up,
I started to realize that

Jes wasn't looked at with love
or empathy,

it was with hatred
and such negativity.

One day,
just outside these gates,

she went into crisis,
full-blown crisis,

screaming, head-banging,
biting.

And I just saw people,
they think...

in Krio, they'll say...
"Debul don olan."

So, "the devil
has possessed her."

Jes knows, right?

Oh, did that scare you?

I wanted to meet
other parents

with children with autism

'cause I-- I didn't even see
such kids on the streets.

So, we started with just
going into communities

and quickly realized that
the stigma was so bad

that the families were still
not really coming out.

The problem is

centuries of misunderstandings
about autism

and that's not just
in Sierra Leone,

but across the world.

So...

Today I want us to
share our experiences.

I want people to understand
what we all are going through.

My own daughter is
here at the back, Jes.

So we're all in the
same shoes here.

Truly I can say, I undertand.

The neighbors and
their children...

they say my child is mad.

And we have to move out...

because of pressure
from the community.

Next, anybody?

Everywhere people call
her negative names.

They say she a devil.

They say she a witch.

Some say I myself must be
a witch to give birth to her.

Everyone wants me to
get rid of this child.

I have done everything I can.

But I don't have
anyone to help me.

People tell me to dump
her in the river...

So I can find peace.

This is our situation.

Jes, Jes, Jestina!

Because of the way
autism presents,

the screams, the--
You know, the sudden jumps.

No matter what you do,

you're the family
with the devil child.

I'm guessing that
what touches you in nature

is the beauty of the trees
and the flowers and things.

But for me,

however often I'm ignored and
pushed away by other people,

nature always embraces me.

When I look at nature,

I receive a sort of permission
to be alive in this world.

The mentality
we have here,

is that we give to children

and we expect them
to look after us.

So, when they look at kids
with autism,

to them, those children
cannot give them back anything.

And because of the pressure

of the neighborhood,
pressure of the community,

they tend to abandon them.

They leave them in the bush.

Kids like ours,
if they are alive,

they're the lucky ones.

For most of history,

we've assigned autism
to demons,

or to witchcraft
or in the early 20th century

to 'retardation', um, and--

And have acted accordingly,
I'm afraid.

Um...

...which I don't like
to think about,

'cause that would have been
my son.

Ah.

Very occasionally,

amongst such severely
disturbed children,

a child may be seen

quite out of touch with the
rest of the group,

living apparently in a world
of its own.

This is a 'psychotic' child.

A child with autism suffers

from a very specific kind of
a defect in his comprehension,

in his cognitive ability.

Eugenics seeks to apply

the known laws of heredity

so as to prevent
the degeneration of the race,

and improve
its inborn qualities.

We call upon a
merciful destiny...

to liberate these
regrettable creatures...

from their existence
without life.

So, it's always been
with us, it's just...

neurotypicals are rubbish
at understanding anything

that is not neurotypical.

We are born outside

the regime
of your civilization.

With all the killings
and planet-wrecking

that humanity has committed,

perhaps autism could help you
remember what truly matters.

Look at you dancing
at your party.

I loved that dancing you did.

Yeah, Jes' turn, okay,
she knows, she knows.

Your turn, Jes.

--Jes' turn.

Jes' turn.

Yay! Yay!

We cannot just
close our eyes

to what we've seen.

We need to do something
about it.

We decided to take it
to a different level.

Went to TV stations,
radio stations, to go all out,

to get the nation to understand
what autism is.

So that they'd be able to walk
the streets,

you know,
without having that fear.

They need a normal life.

So eventually in 2017

we set up a school.

How do you feel?

I feel fine.

I started to see
a big difference,

in the families' lives
and in the kids' lives.

It's certainly the first school
of its kind.

And eventually,
after many months,

we got the community
on our side.

I think they were fearful
because they didn't know

what was wrong
and all they knew

was these traditional beliefs.

But now though we've seen
a total turnaround.

They know most of our kids
by name now,

so when they're coming down
the road they'll call them,

say "Hi."

So, I think the fact that
we now have that relationship

with the community,
means our kids are safe there.

The new government
has recognized the school

and I think the narrative
is changing for Sierra Leone.

What is in the box?

--You don't know?

There is a lunch box!

Who wants to go to school?

I want to grow up
learning a million things.

There must be
countless other autistic people

who have the same desire.

We too want to grow.

Welcome
to North Foreland lighthouse.

It was originally built in 1691.

It's very high, Joss,
very high.

It's a house.
- It is a house,

it's a lighthouse.

Can you hear the wind?

The hardest ordeal
for me

is the idea that I am causing
grief for other people.

Please keep battling
alongside me.

We're in the color tent!

We are in the color tent!

The boys are happy?

Joss is going back to see Mummy.

Joss, everything is blue!

Everything is red!

We're in
the color tent!

Oh, Joss!

Right now, Joss is having a joy
that I will never come close to.

Being with Joss
is to live more in the moment.

It's to let go of the long
train of things

that we all carry around
behind us,

and that interfere
with us living now.

I used to think
it would be the best thing

if I could live my life
like other people.

But now, even if somebody
could change my autism,

I would choose to stay
as I am.

For me, you see,
autism is normal.

I can't be sure what your
normal is even like.

The future
is an undiscovered country,

literally, for us, and our hope
is that there will be a place

for Joss, there will be a world,
there will be a society,

there will be an understanding
for Joss that would mean

that when we are not here,
he will be okay.

And that's what we-- That's...

That's...

This is why we don't go
to the future very often.

Because the idea that Joss
is going to be alone

is really frightening.

It sounds like
I'm nagging you,

but you know what?
I'm getting you ready.

Mommy's not gonna come
and fold clothes

at your new apartment. Huh?

I'm not gonna do that!

Let's try another way.

And? Hmm?

Keep going, keep going.

Keep going.

Okay, what's next?

Hmm.

Look, look, look,
come on, Ben!

Try it your way!

Let's see if that works,
you may have discovered

a new way, that's better
than Mommy's way.

Okay, now what do you do?
To get it to look like that,

what are you going to do next?

Ah, interesting, you know,
it's interesting!

What do you think?
It's gonna be

a little bit different
with Mommy

not doing laundry every day.

Hmm?

The building
is under construction.

Just got to be careful
where we walk.

When you move in
in a couple of months

you'll have a full orientation

and tour of everything
in the building,

including how the elevators work
and where the laundry rooms are.

And today we're gonna take
a look at the rooms.

Yes! Emma say yes!

So, do you want to
come look in the bedrooms?

Emma say yes!

So a very warm welcome
to everyone gathered here

for Amrit's solo show,

'Metro Diaries,
Lives Extraordinaire.'

I think
we can change the conversation

around autism.

B... Get it. Y. "By..."

"By being..."

" ...part..."

Get it.

"...part of..."

"Part of the..."

Right to it.

Look at it.

"I think
we can change the conversation

around autism by being part
of the conversation."

When I was little,
there was always a question

that was a big, big worry.

What am I going to become?

Will I ever be able
to live properly

as a human being?

I don't pretend for a moment
that everything I've written

applies
to all autistic people...

but I wrote this book

so that you can come
to understand me.

In the hope that my future

will be connected
with your future.

Above all, that's what I want.

♪ Having trouble telling
How I feel ♪

♪ But I can dance,
Dance, dance ♪

♪ Couldn't possibly tell you
How I mean ♪

♪ But I can
Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ So when I'm tripping my feet
Look at the beat ♪

♪ The words are written
In the sand ♪

♪ When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing ♪

♪ The words are
Written in the air ♪

♪ Ooh dance
I was a dancer all along ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Words could never make up
For what you do ♪

♪ Easy conversations
No such thing ♪

♪ No I'm shy, shy, shy ♪

♪ My hips they lie
'Cause in reality ♪

♪ I'm shy, shy, shy ♪

♪ So when I'm tripping my feet
Look at the ground ♪

♪ The words are written
In the dust ♪

♪ When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing ♪

♪ The words are written
In the air ♪

♪ Ooh dance
I was a dancer all along ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Words could never make up
For what you do ♪

♪ Ooh dance
I was a dancer all along ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Words could never make up
For what you do ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Ooh I was a dancer
all along ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Words could never make up
For what you do ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance,
dance, dance ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Oh I was a dancer
all along ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪
- ♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪

♪ Now words could never make up
For what you do ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance ♪