Rock 'n' Roll
By mickleinapickle
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A hot chick told me she liked my style.
She said, “Hey man, dance with me awhile.”
So we smoothed and jived across the room.
In rock ‘n’ roll groove, my heart went BOOM!
We bopped to the left, then to the right.
I said, “Hey babe, we can rave all night.”
The music soared as pants caught fire.
We hit the max, took the whole scene higher.
We tripped a one-step, two-step, three-step, four.
Dirty dancing and I cried, “Encore!”
We bounced and flounced to an uptown beat,
the funky chicken and I felt the heat.
She changed the rhythm and danced the tap,
turned around and did a hip-hop-rap,
then jitterbugged to a two-tone pass,
a glam-rock stomp and shaking-that-ass.
Then I jumped up with a rebel YELL
as my eyes went POP to her can-can spell.
We twisted, bumped, whirled and twirled,
did the locomotion and rocked the world.
So we danced the smooch and I held her tight.
Kissed her cheek and she never took flight.
I said, “Hey, girl. Luv ya! You’re so sweet.”
She said, “Goodbye! You’ve got two left feet.”
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We've all been there! The
We've all been there! The picture in our minds is perhaps not quite what others see. Lots of fun and life in this.
Small typo - in the first line of the last verse, should it be 'her' rather than 'het'?
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Oh, what a let down( I was
Oh, what a let down( I was expecting more)
Much enjoyed, and better luck next time, get the feet fixed.
Pops ~xx~
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Hi Mick, I recognise the
Hi Mick, I recognise the situation.Thinking ourselves as John Travolta we hop around hoping to impress the hot chick that has consented to dance with us only to be deflated by the obvious revelation that we are the owners of two 'left' feet.
What cheek! Some girls don't know the meaning of dirty dancing'
Keep on regardless.
Cheers, Luigi.
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