cha cha cha
our feet tangle with the beat
thighs blur rhythmically and our hips
don't stop moving
on an on until the güira drones to nothing

one two one two
our sweaty palms don't mean a thing
keep my hand in yours as we sway
with gentle movements
we maintain the dream until the silence breaks us

bang bang bang
our spastic movements make the room spin
tangled hair flashes like human strobes
breathing gets harder
but we'll only stop when the lights die