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