THEY COME IN DROVES
TO DANCE ON THE FLOOR
DRINK AND SAVOUR
THE POTION THAT REJUVENATES
THEIR MIND
SOOTHES THEIR NERVES
BALMS THEIR PAIN
ON THE FLOOR
BEVY OF RAVISHING CHICS
BELT A NUMBER
GYRATING THEIR HIPS
THEIR LASCIVIOUS SMILES
TANTALIZING GAZES
REFLECTING THEIR MOOD
THE RAUCOUS REACHING CRESCENDO
GLINT IN THEIR EYES
THEY DANCE ON THE FLOOR
ITS THE TIME FOR FUN AND FROLIC
TO RAVE AND RANT
LEER AND JEER
AS
ZEST TO LIVE
ZOOMS TO THE ZENITH
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