That cool groove, cat daddy dances
On tin roofs and you follow that tune
Soon swooned and passed upon glances
Romancing the youth that dance to your tune
And who knew, the chemical reactions
Would produce a move, followed by news
That you sparked a revolution of views
Catalyst to the catatonic, reawakening the muse
Truth holds true and it's in the pudding
But the orphan reminds you there is no spoon
The proofs in evolution
Revelation to elevation
The more you climb the further you fall
Yet to not climb, is a decline for us all
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