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Dancing has Died

What happened to dancing? And I mean grooving Moving to the beat of the music not that back to front, raunchy, distasteful, vertical sex on the dancefloor foolishness I don't want any of that unclassy bending over booty pressed up against a stranger, up in my face, I mean up in my behind business type of dancing. None of that too-close for comfort, get-a-room type of grind I want some of that smooth jazzy, hold my hand and spin me around moving, and I want some of that 80's finger-snappin', and some of those Breakfast Club hip-shaking, arm-gyrating What I don't get is why The moves from Dirty Dancing seem cleaner than today's so-called dancing. I want to be able to go to a club And have enough space for myself and you to be dancing like we're dancing at home, with the privacy of our rooms I want to be able to dance, and let us return and have a much-needed cultural dance revolution where it doesn't have to be something your mama won't be ashamed of. I want some of that jiving, and more of that 70's finger-pointing, and fast-feet moving Man, I just want all of us to dance without it suggesting anything more than smooching.
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