Rhytm                                                         

 

You slowly move your hips

The rhythm touches your heart

Your mind is falling apart

There are your fingertips

 

They are going up in the air

Like butterflies in the sky

Handling the wind is what they try

there is going the pair

 

Your feet without shoes

Are touching the floor

Softly you move from the door

You have nothing to choose

 

The rhythm takes you away

All you loose is power

Your’d better take a shower

Come back here and stay

 

Turn off the music and go

You need to study right now

I know you don’t know how

This is the end of your show

 

 

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