Low, low, low, low

My daughter Grace likes a song called 'Low'. It is by an American artist called, I think, T-Pain. Therefore, it is rubbish. She has perfected a dance to it, and sings along to it. I know this because she says things that sound like words. Like the Welsh language sounds like words. You know they are speaking because there mouths are moving, but still, something is wrong. Anyway, this is Grace dancing to 'Low'. The one American song that I cannot censor because I do not understand a single word of it. Well, all except the bit about 'Reeboks in the herd' of course.