posted Mon, 29 Sep 2003 11:34:37 -0700
grace was his lover years ago and she made all the others seem so cold. she kept him happy. she kept him warm. she kept him fed; he ate at her dorm, but the thing that he treasured most of all, was those incredible nights in her favorite dancing hall.
amazing grace. none other could hold. you kept him loved when hunger was old. you brought him music. you knew all the moves. you taught him to cherish those wonderful grooves.
they’d dance for hours with music or not, and none could equal them cause they were so hot. she’d been around the world to paris and rome. and every dance floor she called her home. as people were dancing around them each year they’d stop to watch and circle and cheer. “you gave a real show love,” he said. “you really can dance. i’ll always love you girl. and those hot nights in france.”