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*** The Dance ***
I love the tone of an old trombone, and the sax is mighty good,
The music man with the horn in his hand, plays it like he should,
Now picture this, you steal a kiss from a girl that you call your own,
You see her body, it seems so right and your dancing all through the night.
Going to the dance... dance all night!
The boys and the girls are all around, skanking hard to the rocksteady sound,
A Rudie's got to be real smooth, cause at the dance you know he's gotta make
his move,
The girls and the boys, they all hit the floor,
The band starts up and they scream for more, When they start up again they'll
hit the floor, and they're dancing like they've never before...
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