Story of Rhythms

All dressed in black
A man comes to town
In the middle of the night
Looking for your booty
Searching for what you have done

Beyond the past
Final times of begging
Hear his heart beating
Walking on his knees
He stumbles on you

In the middle of the town
In the middle of the town
He stumbles on you

All in style
That's the city
Clear your lees quietly
Exchanging rhyme
It's up to your smile
Nothing is vile
Or worth than you believe it
You are all forms of both
Your silence observes
And I am polite
To look upon your dance

Story of rhythms



Credits
Writer(s): Pauline Cockenpot
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