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this is a song as yet to be set to music---it's to be sung by a lady so anyone who knows how to sing and write music take this and run with it...i don't want anything except to know someone found it worthy and had the inclination to do something she was born to do:
  TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE

Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot, 
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot?\

Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne pop?

Do you rumba?
Do you shake your butt about?
Do you do the twist?
Now does it make you scream and shout?

This girl must dance as she must breathe
A two step done from two steps away
A breath apart and ready to dance
Wanting to wiggle and set to sway

Does the band believe in you,
The way that it does me?
Is the music your only muse,
And does the music make you free?

So again I ask you……
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot, 
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me are you hot?
And just like me, baby, are you hot?
    CHANGE MELODY
So do you want to quick step, Mister?
With me in silk and crinoline
Don’t peek under my dress demure
As you watch me begin to spin
 
We can rumba and drink some rum
We can ch-ch-chance a cha-cha or two
Put your hands forcefully around my waist
Because Mister, I’m ready to dance with you

You can lead and lead me anywhere
Places you may have seen before
per chane the bar and back again
But I won’t leave this here dance floor
No I won’t leave this here dance floor

Do you tango with your cheek near mine?
And lips so close we share one taste
What is that Mister dancing man,
you don’t dance, oh what a woeful waste?
Yes what a woeful waste

So you don’t tango the way that I do
And your slow dance has slowed to a halt
Well Mister, the fact that you can’t dance
Hell, honey, that ain’t this young chick’s fault

No baby, that ain’t none of this young girl’s fault
No, that ain’t no fault of mine
But let’s not call this love to a halt
Because I said, Mister Mister, 
that just ain’t....... that just ain’t my faultttttttttttt!
    © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE ..~free cee!~
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