she held me tight,
i was high as a kite,
we danced in delight,
each move sparking up a light,
sensual in everyones sight,
wishing the would be me they might,
i guess am the dance hall knight.
We would dance to the beat,
her legs and hips where fit,
to shake all night without a seat,
making me feel her body heat,
wishing if she was candy i would eat,
gal you are a dance floor wit.
You would turn down this dude,
maybe he wasnt a nice food,
leaving him where he stood,
i would tell you wasnt in ur ryt mood,
if only this booz could stop me from thinking about you nude.
When am away i could feel you body calling me back,
i guess you have used that magic thats black,
i cant think of any good luck,
maybe is because my eyes are on your twin rack.
You the best dance of a life,
today my tatoo will read your name as my wife,
best girl to make others jealous,
i love being your zealous,
next time dance with me bilaz.
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