sultry swaying hips
briskly tapping toes
syncopated dips
peformed by dance floor pros
can i have this dance
"girl look at him"
tales of lost romance
in the form of ghetto hyms
captivating lyrics
everybody's song
elevated spirits
dancing all night long
speakers thumping loud
bodies snuggled near
under the noisy crowd
sweet nothings in the ear
hundred degree heat
still nobody stops
got to move my feet
and feel the body rock
you talk about friday nights
i'll say heaven on earth
you talke about enjoying life
i'll say for all its worth
Love it! Love it! Love it! I'm about to send this out to Twitter now. Candace
ReplyDeleteVery lyrical. Excellent word correspondence with the painting. Will listen to the intro.
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