Dance with me...
Dean Martin's, "Sway" When marimba rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me Other da ncers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have the magic technique When we sway I go weak I can hear the sounds of violins Long be fore it begins... Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I was about 4 or 5 years old I remember my mother dancing around the living room in our tiny San Francisco house, vacuuming, humming and swaying her hips to the sweet mambo rhythms on the hi-fi stereo turntable, with her imaginary partner, Mr. Hoover. As she dusted with one hand, she grabbed my small hand with the other and we twirled and cha-cha'd to the smooth melodies until we were dizzy a...