She Dances Alone

Wearing skintight jeans and Wayfarers, without a smile or frown, in the middle of the dance floor, she dances alone.
Bodies all around. Sounds, flashing lights.
In the middle of the dance floor she dances alone.
Spotlights, horns sound, base pounds.
Two records spin. Noise everywhere. Yet not a sound.

Wearing skintight jeans and Wayfarers, without a smile or frown, in the middle of the dance floor, she dances alone.
Bodies all around. Sounds, flashing lights.
In the middle of the dance floor she dances alone.
Spotlights, horns sound, base pounds.
Two records spin. Noise everywhere. Yet not a sound.

  Written by George Farina, www.GeorgeFarina.net