Twist
in smoke.
The
dancer is swaying,
Smoke
rises almost saying,
Take
the temptations
Of
my shapely legs, to
Be
a bold and
Righteous
statement,
Applause
to override
The
noise abatement.
Cabaret
is somehow perfect,
And
the dance always worth it,
Called
to change
The
face of men, whom
Lie
and cheat
On
wives and girlfriends
With
girls they meet,
Where
on cash it depends.
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