See the girl with cymbals on her fingers entering through the door
Rubies glistening from her navel, shimmering around the floor
Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-a-ling, going through my head
Sweat is falling just like a tear drop running from her head
Now she's dancing, going through the movements, swaying to and fro
Body moving, bringing back a memory, thoughts of long ago
Blood is rushing, temperature is rising, sweating from my brow
Like a snake, her body fascinates me; I can't look away now

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Stop, stop, stop all the dancing; give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, or I'll have to leave

Now she's moving all around; the table's luring all in sight
But I know that she cannot see me hidden by the light
Closer, closer, she is getting nearer; soon she'll be in reach
As I enter into her spotlight, she stands lost for speech

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Now I hold her, people are staring, don't know what to think
And we struggle, knocking over tables, spilling all the drinks
Can't they understand that I want her? Happens every week
Heavy hand upon my collar throws me in the street

[Chorus]

Writer : CLARKE, HICKS, NASH
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group