Mr. Ken, feat. Ms. T
You heard I was tinkering
with a girl
in the small hours of Saturday morning
down in Manzini?
Yes, the club was Tinkers,
but the verb is dancing.
Oh, you didn’t know
that I could dance?
Well, dancing is like loving−
it just needs the right partner;
hips don’t lie.
But I love the way you lie.
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