I got my Mojo working  
Then it petered out
Must have been my fault
In need of the operational manual
I was flummoxed, at halt
So I asked myself
“What should Trevor do?”
So I hit default
And began to sway
To the music that was playing
Then she came my way
Together we just stood there
All we did was sway
Finally, I took her on the dance floor
We began to sway
All we did was sway
It wasn’t about the dance-steps
Just the rhythm we did feel
Comfortable with each other
So very real
Thus began our odyssey
Present, yes and still today
Oftentimes when we hear music
Together we just sway