If it has to be explained, it can't -re*
 
D ancing slow, as watching water to a boil in a pot.
O h so close, to know not which and which is not.
O scillations of our bodies, to the rhythm to the beat.
W ale of saxophone to our step, move and glide.
O ver careful, keep good caution, with thee abide.
P leased we've made it, throughout stayed on our feet.


1/29/2013 panther811 (All rights reserved)

By panther811

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