Move your feet, to the sweet, beat. Before I delete, this treat.
People on the dance floor, from the back to the door,
Ask for more, life’s a chore.
Enjoy every time, you hear a rhyme, it’s not a crime, to toss a dime,
To the homeless man, with only can,
Instead you ran, to a distant land, a place with sand.
Give a helping hand, to whoever, will sever, the lever,
That destroys, little boys, with toys, and girls with swirls,
On their head. Before I was dead from the lead, this I said,
As I read, the confusion, abusin’, I’m losin’, you’re chosen,
Which explanation, about our relation, during our duration,
Has begun its destruction.
But I’m in love with you, do what you do,
We’re stuck together like glue, and only a few,
Can see, our chemistry and glee, I only want to be, in the sea,
Your in, I’m the one with the fin, that’s been, without sin,
As we begin, I listen,
To your melody, in my memory, it’s so lovely.


Just havin a little fun with this one.
 
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