The music's playing
The bass is pumping
The voice is screaming
And I cant' get enough.
The stereo's blasting
The kids are dancing
And that feelin's comin' back
Got my tequila in one hand
My boy on the other
The dance floor is open
and those bodies are movin'
one after another
Do you wanna salsa, baby?
Or maybe you'd rather waltz
Whatever suits your fancy, baby,
I can give you the vaults.
Maybe you'd rather break it down,
like those b-boys on the street.
But you know I'd rather tango,
like those Mexican girls I see.
We could jive,
or even rumba,
but you know that all I see
is that heavy r&b music
with its mean back beat
So come on, baby
Let's hit the dance floor
and show all these losers
what it's really for
Not the random grinding
or the ridiculous jumping
No, it's for that amazing movement
that people like to call dancing
About the dedication: That up there folks is my best friend that inspired this piece, even if she doesn't know it. She wants to major in dancing, and I wrote this poem to and for her. My only hope is that she likes it(:
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PoetryPoetry from the brain of one SilentDream. Including imperfection, perfection, life, death, and love.
