La Salsa Mia
Not found in jars or on shelves
In canned goods where canned goods sell
It's not the sauce you dip your chips
Or pasta sauce that drips from lip
Not made in Mexico or in the states
Or found upon your dinner plate
But in the heart and drive of those
Dancers thriving, striking a pose
Beauty found in steps theirs danced
Each unique where bodies prance
Across dance floors at the dance club
The loss for those these places snub
You find the moves in the Tango
Cha Cha Cha and the Mambo
Grace like Kelly's and Fred Astaire
Moves unseen before eyes bared
More zing, hotter than El Paso
Less one fails these steps to know
More shake and spins than some can do
This Salsa mine will draw unto
You the dancer that just may find
That body yours needs to unwind
So get up on dance floor and drift
Those limbs of yours lets dance you stiff
Ready?...LOL
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