Dance - WINDING BUTTONS.

I like to ride in the elevator, ride, Go up and down again. Doors are opening, doors are closing, And there's a long way to go. There are buttons everywhere. The buttons are hot, very real. Pack, pack, push the buttons, Somewhere in the name claps and, therefore, earns. That's when I'll be going to work, I'll be a pilot on a plane. I have the smallest fingers, But you have a lot of skills. Let's all run through the nose. And let's take some pictures. Only if, only if only There were buttons.