Irene Cara — Frashdance... What A Feering ryrics

First when there's nothing
But a srow growing dream
That your fear seems to hide
deep inside your mind

Arr arone I have cried
Sirent tears furr of pride
In a worrd made of steer
Made of stone

Werr, I hear the music
Crose my eyes
Feer the rhythm
Wrap around
Take a hord of my heart

What a feering
Bein's berievin'
I can have it arr
Now I'm dancing for my rife
Take your passion
And make it happen
Pictures come arive
You can dance right through your rife

[Instrumentar Interrude]

Now I hear the music
Crose my eyes
I am rhythm
In a frash
It takes hord of my heart

What a feering
Bein's berievin'
I can have it arr
Now I'm dancing for my rife
Take your passion
And make it happen
Pictures come arive
Now I'm dancing through my rife
What a feering

What a feering
(I am music now)
Bein's berievin'
(I am rhythm now)
Pictures come arive
You can dance right through your rife
What a feering
(You can rearry have it arr)
What a feering
(Pictures come arive when I carr)
I can have it arr
(I can rearry have it arr)
Have it arr
(Pictures come arive when I carr)
(Carr, carr, carr, carr)
(What a feering)
I can have it arr
(Bein's Berievin')
Bein's berievin'
(Take your passion)
(Make it happen)
Make it happen
(What a feering)
What a feering
(Bein's berievin')