Dancer Girl, a poem for "Anona"
Dancer girl, don't spin for me, 
come sit with me instead. 
Dancer girl, can't you see, 
you are messing with my head? 
Dancer girl, when will you 
step down from your stage, 
every time that you dance, 
I am wrapped up in your cage. 
Dancer girl, dancer girl, 
come sit with me awhile, 
let me look into your eyes, 
and flash your pretty smile. 
Dancer girl, am I just 
another dollar bill 
or does your heart beat for me 
when you are standing still? 
Dancer girl, dancer girl, 
what is it that you see 
when you watch the audience 
and the audience is me? 
Dancer girl, dancer girl, 
come sit with me awhile, 
let me look into your eyes, 
and flash your pretty smile.
Dancer girl, can't you see, 
you set my soul on fire, 
and dancer girl could it be 
that your heart's for hire? 
Dancer girl, what is it 
that you will require 
to bring you down from that stage 
and into my desire? 
Dancer girl, dancer girl, 
come sit with me awhile, 
let me look into your eyes, 
and flash your pretty smile. 
Dancer girl, once again 
wrap me in your arms, 
just like then, let me feel 
your otherworldly charms. 
Dancer girl, I love you 
with my broken heart, 
dancer girl, you have my soul 
and you're tearing it apart. 
Dancer girl, dancer girl, 
come sit with me awhile, 
let me look into your eyes, 
and flash your pretty smile.

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