Swing, slide,
slip us a twirl.
Baby's been
a naughty girl.
I can see
your sideway
glances. It's
the time to
take some
chances.
Slip the
peanuts down
my shirt.
Questionable,
they call
my skirt.
Listen to
the Jazzy
band. Just
Stop it,
please,
you bad, bad men.
Ballerina With Fins
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