for every beat of a drum
your hips swings to a yoo
for every drinks a mellow
glassy eyes 'til to morrow
fun must go on, on and on
morning, noon or afternoon
seafood is but fantastic
i don't care gaining weight
dessert the whole orchard
music; thumps of your heart
it gets to your system, dance
the longer it will take you, trance
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