Sneering (song)

1.
      Come on, join me in this mockery dance.
      Now it is the moment to glide over grief!
      We'll avoid clinging on to strict glances...
      We're pretending to be hypnotized thieves.

      2.
    I'll drop of my elegant black shawl-
    it disturbs the tune to spin & bow me.
    Sneering of spoilt dreams'll be shown.
    These motions ain't related to winning.

      3.
    I am not careful with dangerous floor,
    I will rave till the harsh sounds flow.
    Why am I leaving myself out? I won't tell.
    Can keep the only element-my spicy smell.