Dance Floor Groove - Poem by Karen Champion
She sits at a table
In a corner all alone
Trying to drown her sorrows
But wishing she wasn't alone The dance floor groove is mellow
Not enough to get her up
A few more gin and tonics
And a bop is in the works Keith Sweat, Patti LaBelle and Mr. Kenny 'G'
Fill the room with somber sound and sensuous melody The dance floor groove is mellow
Just right to get her up
With one who is smooth and oh so polite
With whom I can keep up Slow grind, tootsie roll, butterfly and more
One more drink, one last dance then it's time to hit the door The sorrows that she came in with have bent to gentle calm
The dance floor groove got in her soul. She'll try it once again.
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