Puttin On the Ritz
The highest of the class with lots of flowing cash,
with gorgeous eveningball gowns and tuxes with the sash.
They come to drink and dance the night away,
And no one goes home till they see the light of day.
The expensive luxurious cars that come and go,
traveling miles from a distance to get to the show.
The men watch and admire the women on the sly,
as the ladies sashay across the room to catch a wondering eye.
The horns start to blowin and the base gets to bumpin,
And shortly after that this joint starts to jumpin.
The men grab the ladies hands and lead them to the stage,
and before you know it everyone's dancing up the latest rage.
The ladies stay cute and the men stay cool,
never lose your cool that's the golden rule.
Dancing up a storm all to the latest hits,
Now that's what's known as Puttin On The Ritz.
By: Gwen B Mason Gibbs
9/5/15
Copyright © Gwen Benita Mason Gibbs | Year Posted 2015
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