| no but I can dance
I can't pick or fiddle.
When the Good Lord handed out musical talent mine kind of slipped through my fingers and fell on my toes.
Anyone care for a foxtrot or mazurka or a waltz?
Maybe a two step or a three step or a polka?
How about some Salsa or a Jitterbug or a good old dreeeamy sloooow dance.
Aint nothing like inhaling the breath and the sweat and the perfume of a woman in your arms on the dance floor.
I know what it's like to invent new riffs.
I just do them with my feet...
|