Another night and the lady in the checked dress walks the streets.
She always wears a fancy dress for days like this.
In search of a new victim to rid her burning desire
A need so intense..
She spots her victim for the night,a young fellow thats dressd to the tens
The music sweeps away all thought
The rhythm controls their bodies
No time left for thought
Just dance
Let the magic of musical spirit
Take over us tonight
Shhhh...
Just dance
How we come to life as the drum beat sings..
Oh yes we danced
Moved with elegance n flare
To n fro,on the dancefloor
Till da puffs of dust set by our feet...
Now here by my door i stand,
Unable 2 speak,bt simply produce a smile
And for me twas another night to remember
Soon i shall return,maybe in a brand new dress
With yet another victim n a magnificence foot'work display for all.
-By Ndamkelwe Nomkhita Nombewu
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