"I can't see the floor checking out, or dance.
Gonna be a fighting chance,
This woman is a bit of your life,
She said, 'Ooh-ooh-hoo!'
The dance floor, checking out, or dance.
Spin that guy, never lose your life,
May you get it up, steady tryna pick it cool, what's the last chance?
You can jive, having the time of your sense of wonder,
Dance....I hope you still feel the choice to rush by.
I ain't gonna' give faith a dance.
My keys? I hope one more opens..."
Markov Twain
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