DJ
when he’s mixing these records
on Friday or Saturday night
the crowd starts jumping
from left to right
the music is diabolic
listen to that beat
finish your drinks
and start to move your feet
let yourself glide into the tunes
all your worries die out
turn up the volume
make it really loud
every song is different
only the base is the same
there’s no better jump song
then Jeckyll & Hydes Frozen Flame
people smiling
people going all the way
mission accomplished
mister DJ
on Friday or Saturday night
the crowd starts jumping
from left to right
the music is diabolic
listen to that beat
finish your drinks
and start to move your feet
let yourself glide into the tunes
all your worries die out
turn up the volume
make it really loud
every song is different
only the base is the same
there’s no better jump song
then Jeckyll & Hydes Frozen Flame
people smiling
people going all the way
mission accomplished
mister DJ
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, december 13, 2006 17:52 |
| :)uhu..ideale manier om alles van je af te dansen.. mooi geschreven x! |
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| -MoonFlower-: | Vrijdag, december 08, 2006 19:17 |
| Yeah, krijg spontaan zin om te dansen. Liefs, | |
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| Auteur: Tim R. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 december 2006 | ||
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