Bodies swaying to and fro.
To the music of Barry Manilow.
Hearts aglow.
Holding each other on the dance floor.

Dancing until weak in the knees.
To that hip disco music by the Bee Gees.
Ending the night in a sweet groove.
Listening to Neil Diamond.
Voice so smooth.

Music is magic.
And magic is you.
I feel magic to the core.
Whenever I hold you on the dance floor.

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