Hand Jive
I can do the mashed potato
oh yeah, baby, I can do the twist
I can even hand jive
so I'll write it out like this
my hand dances with the pen
gracefully across the page
I stop to breathe now and then
before continuing my glide across my stage
my mind is the choreographer
planning every subtle move
my heart is the director
and my soul gets me in the groove
listenin' to that Rock 'N' Roll
I shake it as I write
life's rhythm flows through my soul
will you hand jive with me tonight?
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