Dreams of Ginger

    Her lips told me they’re dynamite her body said the same I moved across the dance hall floor and then I made my claim, but that bastard Fred Astaire got there and he was more than deft so I finished off my pint of mild put on my coat and left…

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Old time

We do the square dance, the circling of the pair dance and romance says, pardon, but it’s an ‘excuse me’…

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