Every woman wants to dance <br />Every woman wants the chance. <br /> <br /> <br />Behind closed doors <br />All the fiery sexy sways, <br />Even thru her kitchen days, <br />She’ll use her pegs as castanets <br />As soggy towels her hands do wets. <br />Over fence, neighbours know they have seen, <br />The local show of the dancing queen, <br />Radio’s Rolling Stones belt out the action to <br />‘I can’t get no satisfaction’, <br />A million hips gyrate on the table tops <br />As they swing and hug the upturned mops. <br /> <br />Every woman wants to dance <br />Every woman wants the chance. <br /> <br /> In the shops in the office the toes do tap, <br />As boys outside dance the sidewalk rap, <br />The female face shows thoughtful glares <br />‘Where on earth are the Fred Astaire’s? ’ <br />They want to show their legs in the Cha Cha Cha, <br />Even if they dance on the drinkers bar, <br />Woman does not need a dancing smaltz <br />To drag them thru the lovely waltz. <br />When man comes home to her alone <br />A surprise he secured by office phone, <br />Two tickets to the fireman’s ball for her desire, <br />They will put out her dancing fire, <br /> <br />Every woman wants to dance <br />Every woman will, given the chance.<br /><br />Ken e Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-woman-wants-to-dance/
