Dances and in their hands They're clutching roses. She dances, And he suddenly says Buda bu ba in my bed today? Pretending what she heard him say Holds up their roses and tickles their noses. Dressed in Partied fancies
Belly chuckling and wide smiling faces as if There were gum; stuck in-between their teeth. Gently, casual eyes softly shy off every other. And nicely they pass each others hands to hands. Bows down, curtsies so politely.
Hello, goodbye. Hello, goodbye.
Impolitely slaps his hands. Clasped them together for looking; cheeky, Cheeky Cheeky.