Dancing All Through The Night --What my Beautiful Girl Wanted at Last
Play our song...Maestro!!
COME JOIN ME ON THE DANCE FLOOR!
Come on baby... join me on the dance floor
These shifting dim lights are on and off!
we take our turns and shake our hips
you look to the right, i look to the left
holding hands look into each other eyes
follow me like a naughty girl
fantasy world for the two of us
never say never, never say you can't
There you go, the beat took hold of us
moving shoulders, arms..and such..!
lift those hands way..way up!
that was enough for the warm up
From Charleston to twist, it was a must
mambo cha-cha-cha... is this way too much?
reggae, hip hop blues, what else do we have?
disco, salsa, merengue, this is getting out of hand!
moving, sweating and shaking away those fears
sensuality and rhytms wiping away sad tears
yeah baby, get close and don't walk away
feel that hip rocking my desires with no name
piece of cake, this is not casual
not time to makes mistakes....
There we go one more time, sweet thang
walking that long tango along the night
follow my steps and feel my heart close to yours
enough of a working day that always sucks!
you know what i mean darling
this song was waiting for us
moving in circles like swans, ready to jump
feeling free, headeaches about to leave us alone
giving me the reason to dedicate this song
playing over and over until this poem is done
at least you followed us to the end
so you think we are done?
nope, repeat this piece one more time
enjoyed it so much, that I WILL play it all over again
don't make the mistake to call us in vain
we know, we have that swing that exudes through our veins
glad you felt this feeling, as much as we did
play it again for the sixth time and see if this was insane!
was wonderful to create these words
that followed us with this song
what? my baby is sitting down
I think she is winking her eyes
oops! she meant business...have to say goodbye!!
thank you fellow friends
time to make the "doughnuts"
and have it at the end..!
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