Dancing Queen

Mystery surrounds her as she makes sultry walk
Towards crowded dance floor, joining festivities
In her short, denim skirt, flashing activities
That warrant second look as rodent to a hawk

Wanting a piece of her, but only for the night
With her golden bombshell, stricken with large melons
Can't hide from the spotlight, carry out as felons
To a stricken jailhouse away from all the sight

However, she's dancing in the middle of floor
Not caring for others, moving to her own beat
In her own paradise with her soft little feet

With the music ended, and time to head for door
She grabs the tallest man, and tells him to bend down
She hops onto his back for piggy-back playground

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