Nota Bene I will be the first to break this old dance rule
What goes in a party is to remain silent, isn't cool
I will expose the dance floor stories standing on this stool
'Cause a Trinidadian woman has captured my heart in full
The night club was our arena, she was my Torero I was her Bull
To share amazing step moves, we sweated like a mule
Each song blaring, lifted us above the crowded pool
Her body in motion radiated pleasure like a cashmere wool
Until 5AM sent her away, for a soft kiss her hand I pulled
Can't stop thinking about our hips gyrating like a tool
Don't know her name or her number, I now feel like a fool
A soca party is always fading memory, it's never cool
--Louis Mercier
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