2The smoke is thick; the music is loud
And each floor has its own sound
You can use stairs to get there
Most often, though, an elevator
Ella Fitzgerald taught me how to sing
How to chase brass for hours straight
Louis Armstrong blowing out rich sounds
Through thick swollen lips and a smile
They never squeak or make mistakes
Aaliyah joined the hipsters
She tuaght me how to kick it real smooth
With the bass pounding, shaking the floor
Shoving the sound of heartbeats out of my ears
She says it's her job, but she loves it so much
And with Salsa I learn to shake my hips
From Selena the Salsa Queen
Everything from the tango to the Washer Machine
J-Lo can't compare to the legend
Who never can miss a step
And with music filling my ears,
My throat, my heart, my soul
I want to go back to the club
But I can only come to visit
The Bouncer won't let me stay yet
And in my mind
For now
It is only a dream.
Copyright 2001