Dancing in the moonlight...
floating with the wind,
shaking up the earth,
sitting in the liquid,
provoking a national fire.
I wonder who's awake,
to come dance the night away.
A shake, Milk and ice cream.
Would you like to know what a five-dollar shake tastes like?
Be my guest. You can use my straw, I don't have kooties.
floating with the wind,
shaking up the earth,
sitting in the liquid,
provoking a national fire.
I wonder who's awake,
to come dance the night away.
Posted by Ruben Llibre at 02:22