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Legs On

Flying with a touch of gold
to the arena where feet spread,
I’m doomed to dance,
to show my exquisite steps.

To the dance floor
I put my legs on,
🎵dah-dah-don-don-dah-dah🎶:
Hurray! It is a freestyle matter!

Let all the ladies
shake like bouncing Mercedes.
Let all the mommies
dances to the serenades.
Put your legs on,
let’s get the fire on.

And tonight is for ballet
and rapid toeing like Ellen Shelley.
And to glide to the sweet tunes of R Kelly
until the feeling is heavenly.

Alas! We blaze in a gracious mood
with plenty of drinks and food
to satisfy our cravings for good.
For it is either legs on dance floor or legs out in the wood.

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