put on your red dress
I'll wear my pressed shirt
meet me at the place
I'll bring records
we'll share the bread
with yesterday's soup
go on take the lipstick
and those flat shoes
we'll go cakewalking
like our betters do
they've got things
we got moves
cakewalking
on the avenue
night throws off the day
the mood's rising like the moon
teasing appetites
being the street life
twisting the city
as we unwind
putting everything beneath our feet
dancing on our liberties
hands in the pants of the city
a swift kick after a squeeze
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