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It was a throwback party Of the Bossa Nova Staying up late until The dance was over. The Latin beat pounding, The music was everything It was so happy sounding. Bossa Nova was king. It is the cousin to samba And in Brazil it is the way To party with your amigos Partying the night away. Dancing like the music Lives inside your soul. Much livelier than cha cha Twice as hot as rock and roll. It was a throwback party Of the Bossa Nova Staying up late until The dance was over. Time to wear **** clothing Girls in dresses up so high Men in calças they can dance in Oba! How the hours fly. Music, sometimes words And a strong and ***** beat Drive away the daily worries And put the rhythm in the feet. It was a throwback party Of the Bossa Nova Staying up late until The dance was over. The Latin beat pounding, The music was everything It was so happy sounding. Bossa Nova was king.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
BOSSA NOVA PARTY
It was a throwback party Of the Bossa Nova Staying up late until The dance was over. The Latin beat pounding, The music was everything It was so happy sounding. Bossa Nova was king. It is the cousin to samba And in Brazil it is the way To party with your amigos Partying the night away. Dancing like the music Lives inside your soul. Much livelier than cha cha Twice as hot as rock and roll. It was a throwback party Of the Bossa Nova Staying up late until The dance was over. Time to wear **** clothing Girls in dresses up so high Men in calças they can dance in Oba! How the hours fly. Music, sometimes words And a strong and ***** beat Drive away the daily worries And put the rhythm in the feet. It was a throwback party Of the Bossa Nova Staying up late until The dance was over. The Latin beat pounding, The music was everything It was so happy sounding. Bossa Nova was king.
brent-kincaid
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
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