Move,
The handsome singer told her,
His hazel eyes bright.
Rock music surrounds her,
filling up the night.

The pounding music tempts her,
His voice does seduce.
It makes her heart and mind,
call off their agreed-upon truce.

Her foot taps,
Her hips sway,
She begins to feel,
like back in the day.

MOVE, he says and looks at her.
Her heart pounds, her eyes go blur!

Blingtrance possesses,
She head-bangs her tresses!
Her air guitar?
The best by far!
The joy in her pants,
becomes the dance!

Now the conversion is complete,
And it's all so terribly sweet.
Dancin' while blingtrancin',
Makes her world jibe.
Welcome, my sister
to the Tribe.

angelbabe2k(c) 2009