Wrong Turn

Am I following my footsteps?
Whenever I heard the notes
My legs can't barely stop moving
Stamping ang jumping like crazy
It's not the same
Whenever I heard all those words
from the mouth of philosophers
My mind not understand of anything.

Damn!

I love the way the notes is flowing
The beat, the rhymes
Drive me to spin unstoppable

The suites, the shades
the skinny tie, the shoes,
Owh! I really want to move in those things.

The smells, the heat
the sweat, the energy
Fascinating and desiring..

The signor and signorita
crossing legs following the melody
holding hands, can't seperate
like song and rhyme can't be a part

I see myself in it
overwhelming my heart
like a coat in the middle of winter
like a bride in Vera Wang satin
I couldn't resist...

Oh God!
please show your Mercy
please turn on the light
so then I can see my footsteps..

credit to Nine and Cinema Italiano..