Cabaret of Encounters

 Cabaret of Encounters

​One evening in the fog, I walk down the great boulevard,
A sound calls to me, my head dances and my legs move.
I feel the stares, but my shoulders roll,
I’m in the street, dancing like I’m on a floor,
I get carried away as the piano notes slide.
The bass kicks in, the drums explode, the shuffle drives me wild!
​One evening in the fog, on the boulevard of notes,
A dance—I’ve got the fever, the movement carries me,
From one step to another, I dance, I spin,
My legs move, my feet dance, the tap shoes click,
My head and shoulders move to the sound…
​I can feel your stares, but the music carries me away.
A night on the boulevard, in the fog,
One hand on the lamp-post, I spin, I dance, I move.

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