Those heels, that skirt, the top
tell me where does this vision stop

The posture, the pose, the lips of a rose
is it me or did things just get hot

Those eye's to die for, the lips to lie for
running fingers through her hair

As I look around, there's no heads to the ground
all anyone can do is stare

As her hips start to sway, and the band start to play
every man with a pulse holds his breath

Possessed by the dance, has us all in a trance
as she dances between *** and death