night whirl

I think you should dance
the Greek bossa nova
in a red dress like blood
from a grinning devil's heart.

Swing me, oh baby, shake me!
Knock the breath from my lungs.
Take a bite out of my shoulder.
Then slap me till I'm smiling!

Let's do it on the dance floor.
Slap the jive into my old legs.
Set me moving to some rhythm,
and I'll squeeze you till you shout.

I think you would dance
if I threw some firecrackers
in between your black shoes.
Yes, I think you would move,
until my eyeballs were bulging.

So fling your hair everywhere.
No back talk. Drive me crazy!


Copyright 2011 -- Tim Buck