Special Occasions
I was nothing but a wall flower
in my early teens
Went to house parties and stood against the wall;
watching everybody dance, grooving on the floor,
wasn't no fun at all
Until my oldest sister taught me how to dance one day
She taught me how to do the hustle,
she showed me how to do the flashlight
Taught me how to ballroom dance,
showed me how to hold a girl close and tight
She taught me how to dance fast,
she showed me how to dance slow
Taught me how to move my hips,
showed me how to make my backbone slip
Then when I went to the parties,
it felt good knowing how to jitterbug
It felt good knowing how to cut the rug
But when I got older, I stopped partying and such
I found that plopping down
in a Laz-e-boy didn't require much
Now I only rise up to dance on those special occasions:
weddings and family reunions,
holiday gatherings and graduations
Those times are often few and in between;
but when the music is being played then,
it does a body good to get up and start dancing
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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