Let me swing your taste in movement and swirls, the skin on skin shifting until light returns, making magic ‘neath the covers until tomorrow’s on.

Sing your dancing words close to my ear, telling secrets for no one but me, making magic in the sunshine until tomorrow’s on.

Move me tender in sweet words embrace, you’re the shift-shift rhythm of jazz,  and we’re dancing magic until tomorrow’s on.

What’s that you say, there’s more to come, dancing in the night-time sun, we’ll be making magic until tomorrow’s on.