Tango Innuendo

I’m ready for investing in some ballroom real estate. The music starts at nine o’clock; we’ll get there half past eight. Be sure to wear your sexy dress. I’ll wear my sexy pants. The rooftop lounge is under glass; let’s go downtown and dance. Listen to the magic of that Spanish guitar. It can take us far and away Swinging past the limits of the evening’s expanse, Gliding through the night like in some gothic romance. We’ll tango through the crowd like irresponsible gazelles. Then sip some fine champagne and eat dark chocolate nonpareils. If I may seduce you with a mischievous glance, I’d like to take your hand and have us go downtown and dance. Savor the abrazo as we caminata; Abrida with your foot touching mine. Ocho walking backwards when I make my advance. Gancho as we tangle in a sensuous trance. Now don’t expect ballet with arabesques and pirouettes. I never met Gene Kelly; didn’t work with the Rockettes. But I’ll never let you fall if you piernazo by chance. So, my pretty senorita, let’s just go downtown and dance.