(To the song 'I Wanna be Like You', from The Jungle Book)
To the sound of the sax
I'm the king of the move
Following Amelie's tracks
While we craft the groove
When the trumpet sings
To the swing of her hips
It is when it brings
My heart to small chips
And while our bodies dance
Moving to the beat of the drums
I experience having a glance
Of Amelie's precious hums
Following flute's sweet song
And holding her in my arms
I see where I belong
And it is to Amelie's charms
While we sing together
And our lips find their way
To sing or to kiss, altogether
I feel her body sway
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