Chucka, Chucka, Boom, Boom, Boom

Chucka, chucka, boom, boom, boom,
Who’s that girl across the room?
Makes me want to scream and shout,
And turn this dance floor inside out.

Sultry hair and ruby lips,
Move that thing, and shake those hips,
Move those legs and strut that stuff,
I can’t seem to get enough.

Chucka, chucka, boom, boom, boom,
Who’s that girl across the room?
Makes me want to scream and shout,
And turn this dance floor inside out.

See that face, oh, my, my, my,
She’s turned her head and caught my eye,
Part those lips and flash your smile,
Oh come on girl, I like your style.

Chucka, chucka, boom, boom, boom,
Who’s that girl across the room?
Makes me want to scream and shout,
And turn this dance floor inside out.

Walk on over, that’s the way,
Love that dress and oh that sway,
Closer now so we can meet,
I can really feel the heat.

Chucka, chucka, boom, boom, boom,
Who’s that girl across the room?
Makes me want to scream and shout,
And turn this dance floor inside out.

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 20, 2011

Poet's Note:  I usually write about that which I am experiencing at the moment. Some is past experience, fantasty and sometimes silly imagination. This was the first :).  This morning I was listening to the "Watercolors" station on Sirus XM.  Many of the contemporary jazz tracks have this steamy beat.  This morning I LOVED this one instrumental. The first two lines of these lyrics kept "popping" in my head.  Just went with it.  (PLP)