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Swagger on in
Suited and booted
Each man a king
Title disputed
Each trying on his luck
Out on a Friday night
In the mood to start a ruck
Spoiling for a fight
Superb and sleek
Glittered and glossed
Feminine mystique
Delicately lost
Look each other up and down
Long nails, sharp eyes,
Cool catwalking into town
Head over heels held high
Out on the floor
The dance begins
They all keep score
To see who wins
The fools all rush to lose their heads
And gain only woes
Where angels fear to tread
The devil taps his toes
Sweet poems turn instead
To bitter prose
Everything remains unsaid
But that's the way it goes
[instrumental]
They try to catch you
With pose and posture
The night gets warmer
And thick with moisture
I lose composure
Just as I lost you
Leaving my calling card
Yours truly, the great impostor