Sweep and shake

Sway and slide

Feet they ache

To tap and stride

Tricked out, dressed so fly

Coy glance, flirt, now shy

Don’t leave to fate

Your turn won’t wait

Moves so refined

Make up your mind

Chance now to ask or lose the spirit

Sharp as knives

Crease and shine

Goddess eyes

A smile divine

Music, bodies swing

Perfume, luck’s sweet sting

Don’t leave to fate

Your turn won’t wait

Moves so refined

Make up your mind

Chance now to ask or lose the spirit