Free Cee Take a Spin In Crinolinededicated To a Super Singer Who Deserves This Song

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 crinoline Don’t peek under my dress demure As you watch me begin to spin around the floor 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, it's a moral imperative I dance with you © 2012....(c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~ You can lead and lead me anywhere Places you may have seen before Like to 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 (c) copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~