English: Cathedral cliff edge (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Come dance with me
My legs are itching
I have this disease
That makes the soul scratch
Let’s step up and stomp down
Feel the mood rise
Let’s savour the groovy moment
Like a delicious foreplay
Don’t let the music stop
Don’t give the man release yet
The legs itch and soul scratch
And we dance to that rhythm
It’s not time to quench this fire
Let us take it higher still
It may add colour to the climax
And the disease may find its cure
Maybe we will dance so well
And lose ourselves to the rhythm
Our souls dying at the climax
As we drown in the melody
Till we tango off the edge of the cliff!
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