Making Music
Sang that Song Boy
Like there ain’t nothin’ wrong Boy
Because for so long Boy
I ain’t felt a tune
It’s been a long time, Boy, since I grooved
It’s been a long time, Boy, since I moved
And I don’ know what I am gonna do, Boy,
If I don’t get the chance,
Again
To kick up my heel and jam
And when you sang, Boy,
Make it short and sweet
Just give me enough to flip
On my feet
Because I was born to dance
And you were born to sing
with me.
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