dance dance orchid eyes eyes like dark potted orchids making those barroom boys think they have a chance at a little dance (the bunch of nances) take your stance by the edge and sharpen those knives ready to cut their drives in half with one orchid glance (just a little askance) and tap your heel to the barroom beat sweet heavy and pulsating debating man one man two man three or four on the dance floor or the exit sign by the door dance dance orchid eyes eyes like dark potted orchids fend every advance ha! and build your own scintillant and emblazoned expanse by the strobeBirth sign: Virgo
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