Sweet water wet sliding skin to skin
Dancing salsa to tango to jitterbug to hips thrusting
Sultry smooth trucking down highways from
Salsa to tango and back again
Chest peacock proud stride-dancing
Up and down the neighborhood curbs
In the swirling west coast swing we go from
Salsa to tango and back again
I’m in the sweet silence of falling snow
Where are the words to tell you
I’m in the sweet silence of falling snow
Breathing in crisp clean polished air
I’m in the sweet silence of falling snow
Dancing with miracles
I’m in the sweet silence of falling snow
Where are the words to tell you
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Peter S. Kahrmann - Est. 1953 