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Handheld Mike

I remember the two nights
You we’re up on the stage
With your handheld Mike
I was up but it was you
With your handheld Mike
We swayed herkie jerky
Yes I enjoyed the way you moved on stage
It was your motion
My delight was your sleight
Your sleight of hand 
And as the dance was about to end
You caught the bouquet in
     and with your handheld Mike in hand
You also caught the glycerin 
This is dedicated to my Belle
Into Mike’s mic sing girl sing
Remembering those two nights
Hearing Belle's pealing

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