On the crowded sidewalk, she
Moves out of the way;
Gone about her self-effacing,
Timid sort of day
But it’s diff’rent out at night:
Who cares who approves?
When the music’s playing, then
She moves
She moves
Music is her lover
Like few men have ever been;
Music gets her, gets into her,
Puts her in a spin
Every time the music starts,
Her whole night improves —
When the music’s going, boy,
She moves
She moves
She might let you dance beside her
But you best be hot
She will leave you in a second
Boy, if you are not
Yes, it’s diff’rent out at night:
Losers, she removes –
When the music’s playing, then
She moves
She moves
Music is her lover
Like few men have ever been;
Music gets her, gets into her,
Puts her in a spin
Every time the music starts,
Her whole night improves —
When the music’s going, boy,
She moves
She moves
When the music’s going, boy,
She moves


Awesome. You should send this to Leonard Cohen to sing! Can you picture it?
The image and the language. stunning.