Bluenote Time
in the soft jazz and midnight hour
Your eyes are dancing close to mine
A sway of hips, a touch of lips
While on the stand
Piano player’s fingers
Dance around the tune
Above a gentle touch
Caressing music from the bass
Your fingers up and down my spine
In the soft jazz and midnight hour
We lose ourselves in bluenote time
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