When House music was born
she did not have a name
Her parents didn't want her
so they cast her to the wind
Someone else adopted her
and they gave her a home
And like any adopted child
she doesn't fully belong
She doesn't know where she came from
so she doesn't know where to go
She goes from place to place
wherever she can find refuge
Always taking on on a new name
always taking on a new form
Trying to be what everyone wants
trying to fulfill their needs
No one wants to hear her story
they want to write it for her
So I guess you'll never know
just who she she really is
You only know who you want her to be
and that means that you are no better than the ones who threw her away
because you can't accept her for who she is, and what she is, and where she is, and how she is
Maybe she isn't what you want her to be
Maybe she is what she is
and she's not meant to be anything else
She's meant to be danced to
She's meant to move your body
She's meant to make you raise your hands in the air
She's meant to give you ease
so accept her
so love her
so dance with her
embrace her:
she's House music
Now, move!
