She Moves

She Moves

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

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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