The crowd are swaying to and fro, in the smoke filled room
The DJ keeps the tracks alive, in groove in perfect beat
He's moving through the genres, cranking up the sound
The party starts to rise, as people move their feet
It's almost times he knows, the set he needs to play
Just wait a few more tracks, the people come to dance
He scratches through his bags, the special songs he finds
He puts them all in place, he watches just a glance
He turns his cap around, the peak is at the back
His headphones firm in place, the time is now he knows
He's one within his mixer, his womanhood divine
The mixer and his lover, his passion only grows
He starts his set the crowd, start pumping to the beat
They've never heard this mix before, the perfect love sick set
The remixed tracks are awesome, Barry White is heard
And so is Sir Cliff Richard, the DJ's best set yet
He thinks about his lover, hoping she will hear
The set that's dedicated, time and time for her
The set is almots finished, the crowd begin to cheer
His lover would be proud he knows, he sheds that silent tear
He picked the songs with hope, and meaning of his love
Perhaps a wish or two, he threw in just for fun
He always plays this set for her, although she'll never
The meaning of this special set, until the last song's done
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