We dance, so enchanting,
our bodies move, slanting,
music caresses our skin,
notes sound within...
The floor underneath is waiting,
the audience is baiting
to hear the words of sharp
in the score of the harp...
Doesn't matter what I pray,
it's not going to change the way
you look at me, slanting,
as my mind moves, enchanting...
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