| Song | Rupi's Dance |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | The Best Of Acoustic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She dances through the flower-filled room | |
| Sea-green eyes a-sparking. | |
| Or are they blue? The message clear: | |
| Seduce the master, winking. | |
| Dainty feet circles inscribe | |
| Upon the frozen parquet. | |
| Arabesque in compound time: | |
| Stately Pavane or Bourée. | |
| Sultry smile, come hither gaze | |
| Black hair softly shining. | |
| Calls me up to half-lit bed. | |
| Sweet cloud with golden lining. | |
| Oh, so young with ageless smile | |
| Born of ungodly maker | |
| Draws me: moth to candle bright | |
| Fiery pleasure-seeker. | |
| She dances through the flower-filled room | |
| Sea-green eyes a-sparking. | |
| It's Rupi's dance: the message clear. | |
| Her movement does the talking. |
| She dances through the flowerfilled room | |
| Seagreen eyes asparking. | |
| Or are they blue? The message clear: | |
| Seduce the master, winking. | |
| Dainty feet circles inscribe | |
| Upon the frozen parquet. | |
| Arabesque in compound time: | |
| Stately Pavane or Boure e. | |
| Sultry smile, come hither gaze | |
| Black hair softly shining. | |
| Calls me up to halflit bed. | |
| Sweet cloud with golden lining. | |
| Oh, so young with ageless smile | |
| Born of ungodly maker | |
| Draws me: moth to candle bright | |
| Fiery pleasureseeker. | |
| She dances through the flowerfilled room | |
| Seagreen eyes asparking. | |
| It' s Rupi' s dance: the message clear. | |
| Her movement does the talking. |
| She dances through the flowerfilled room | |
| Seagreen eyes asparking. | |
| Or are they blue? The message clear: | |
| Seduce the master, winking. | |
| Dainty feet circles inscribe | |
| Upon the frozen parquet. | |
| Arabesque in compound time: | |
| Stately Pavane or Bouré e. | |
| Sultry smile, come hither gaze | |
| Black hair softly shining. | |
| Calls me up to halflit bed. | |
| Sweet cloud with golden lining. | |
| Oh, so young with ageless smile | |
| Born of ungodly maker | |
| Draws me: moth to candle bright | |
| Fiery pleasureseeker. | |
| She dances through the flowerfilled room | |
| Seagreen eyes asparking. | |
| It' s Rupi' s dance: the message clear. | |
| Her movement does the talking. |