'DANCE WITH FEVER'
'DANCE WITH FEVER'
ACROSS A CROWDED DANCE FLOOR IN
MY TOWN
WALKS A PRINCE CHARMING WITHOUT
A CROWN
BLOND, HANDSOME, TALL, LEAN AND
PROUD
STANDING OUT IN ALL OF A DANCING
CROWD
SURE OF HIS BOUNCY STEPS AS HE
WALKS BY
AND A FOXY SLY SMILE GIVING ME
THE EYE
WITH A QUICK GLANCE MY EYES TEASE
BACK
MY LIPS INVITE BUT A SMILE THEY
LACK
WHISKED OFF BY A DANCE PARTNER TAKING
MY HAND
I LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER SENDING HIM
A COMMAND
IN THE MIDDLE OF A DANCE WHIRL HE
INTERVENES
CHANGE PARTNERS CALLED OUT IN
CONTEST SCHEMES
LED BY A MASTER DANCER SO VERY SLEEK
AND SMOOTH
HIS EVERY COMMAND SHOWS OFF HIS ROMANTIC
MOOD
SWAYING AND CLINGING IN BETWEEN CURTSY
CALLS
MADE FOR A NIGHT OF ENCHANTMENT WITHIN
FOUR WALLS
©2009
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