You Move

You Move,

You Groove,

That skirt, oh my, my, my,

You catch my eye,

Each time you walk by,

And me,

All I can do is sigh,

Yah, yah, yah, baby,

Look my way,

Eye to eye,

And smile to smile,

“Would you like to dance?”,

Step out onto the floor,

Wow!

Sweet moves across that floor,

Turn, turn, turn,

There she is,

The one that I love,

I have found her,

No, she has found me,

That’s the way it works,

Man looks, and woman finds,

Hunter, Gatherer,

Whatever, baby,

You’re mine; I’m Yours!

‘Til the end of time.

Oh, yah!

Oh, yah-h-h!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 20, 2012