By Now the Room Was Moving

By now the room was moving

And Queenie set to pounce

The gang at last
Was grooving fast

Progressing ounce by ounce

She knew that Burrs could harm her

But she was feelin' strange

So through the wine
She drew the line and said

Time to make a change

Queenie
Kate
Burrs
Black
The night was moving forward
Not back
Not back

Then with no inhibition

Went Kate to conquer all

She fought to win

She zeroed in

To see who'd bag the ball

And Black took his position
To swiftly take the floor

They'd start the dance
He'd get his chance
In just one minute more

Queenie
Burrs
Black
Kate
And what was the order of business?
Some love
Some hate

They formed the figuration
They poured it down the hatch
And one wrong turn
The whole place would burn

But who would strike the match?

Who would strike the match?

Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?
Who's it gonna be?



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Edwin Lippa
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