Losing control

I never lose control - for heaven's sake,
I'm in control of every step I take.
And every kick and tap I do
Is likely to impress,

Aaah yes.

I'm in control of every twist and twirl,
I cast my thrall on any man or girl.
The songs they sing will tell me
All their feelings and much more...

Yeah - sure!

(The script I play through isn't as I write it,
Though I'm renowned for thinking on my feet,
The contract means I'm not allowed to fight it,
I dance through plots that end in my defeat.
Oh I know what you feel and may reshape it,
but sometimes I feel I'm on puppet strings,
and when the plot twists I just have to take it,
and know that Fate is waiting in the wings.)

Of course I'm in control of every Gig.
Of every player, song and fleeting jig,
and even if it's dangerous then
It's alright on the night ...

Yeah - Right!

The worlds a stage with everyone a player.
We strut our little role across the boards,
A dancer or a watcher or slayer,
It's over and the audience applauds,
And when it's done
we strike the set and leave you,
Perhaps we may revisit in your dreams,
Perhaps our little musical may grieve you,
But who knows what goes on behind the scenes?

Muse; Sweet the Singing Demon,

Fandom; BTVS

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