A sad old flea and a silly old gnat
were boogieing it down
on the neck of an aristocrat
When suddenly Splat
they're flat
And that was that
Out on the dance floor, boogieing away,
dancing to the music that the dj's play,
from rap to rock to country and soul,
dancing around, having fun is my goal.
it doesn't matter that i cannot dance,
but when that music starts its like I'm in a trance.
moving my feet,swaying my hips,
shaking my booty as the sweat drips,
the music slows to a more seductive pace,
now i can dance with such elegant grace,
finally the DJ plays the last song,
then on come the lights time to move on.
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