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A curtsy in my red dress,
                         trestles hanging down
                          my eye makeup is a mess, 
                       sweat beads have accumulated
                                 on my forehead crown 
                           Oh but that Sound that Sound

                        He's lanky and thin
                             with a slight hint of gin
                         A graying beard is thick 
                               upon his gnarly chin
                       Ah, the way he moves his
                             body like a decadent sin

                   When he put his arms around my waist 
                         we twisted and turned
                  His soulful eyes, I could almost taste
                    Took all I had to keep up with his pace

          With a 2/4 beat, repeat, repeat, 
            we worked up an incredible heat
           What an amazing raspy sound 
               as we danced across that log floor ground 

            There were bongos and fervent energy
                   the conga added to the synergy
                   As our dance feverishly transpired 
               I intuited the great release he so desired
               As he was a president uniquely inspired
                     For him, a macob job was required 

            For the dance,  and the freedom of slavery 
               demanded the utmost of bravery

                      Stepping through Time  
                    I could have chosen many
             Instead, I had a Merengue with the 
                   staunch face of the U.S. penny

                 How many of you can beat that, Any?

                          
                                     
                                  
                           

         
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