Yes I remember the dance when we first met in Honululu.
I remember the night
We last met on the dance floor
As we tapped away you clapped
And smiled looking
Then you called so to say
Before I could even ask
If it was for me
You walked upto the dance floor
To joined the sea.
We tapped and clapped
The picnic type dance
Some years ago
I saw on a silver screen.
Twas a lovely tap dance
One had ever seen
Yes she was Kim Novak of her times
To night it was just you and me
Through the night we danced
Merrily we pranced
Across the floor
With smiles and kisses
Twas a joyous dance with thee
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