You've got the rhythm going, either way, the melody who compare the music sound alike to jam alongside in tuneful thought, Jazz it up, all those American couples who woggie and boggie on the hard wood dance floor nonstop action, its not about the booze, its not about the smoking to shake rattle and roll of blues and country in the mix, Jazz it up, you'd clapped and stump the feet in few and couple of beats coming through, evenly the out stunningly upbeat of snapping constantly, the music should be sung by peep bob peep bob, as billion of decades and centuries ago, it willingly to fall in love over and over, it's worth it, Jazz it up, all that dressy and classy clothes were the twenties thirties forties fifties sixties, up and more, it'll seemed colorful than ever, breathable hearts will be jumpy at first and thirst smoothly, way back when the ladies bowed in courtsey, all the fab of man who bowed like a gentleman, as million of men who take in hand and take a lead to and from, escort one of them to kept and swept easily, to kept them alive and fun of their own lives fulfilled the moment, Jazz it up, Jazz it up, Jazz it up beautifully
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-19-18
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