The Dance

She does burlesque, the good kind
With her green fishnet stockings and her fancy ball gown
Not the kind you would find in royalty
Hers is special
So special that aliens from outer space teleport to see her spin and kick and cha cha cha
She knows how to play to the crowd
Out loud....Shout
Oo-la-la as she commands the stage
She's on another level, not like those who have fits of rage
She blossoms like the flowers reaching high for the sky
Full of feathers and Oreos and braided hair
She wants to be a bright shining star
And rise above those who don't dare
She wants to be known
She wants to be seen
She wants to leave her mark
Be the sparkle in the spark

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