原始歌词 (English)
My favorite dance
The guitar strings conjured the fantasy,
A whole orchestra of imagined sounds heard,
And the girl twirling around in her wide-belted skirt,
And men who applauded her irresistible flirt.
Until one took to the floor, and their bodies,
swept in the dance, melded with the melody.
Every turn, every dip, every move was a fiery burn,
Hands caressing arms, and tangled legs,
Their abandon would have stolen your breath.
And they would go on and on,
Putting to this music their own song,
Blood to this music sang and sang.