It pulls you around, it sits in your seat,
It makes you get up and it turns up the heat -
It swirls this around, this dizzying beat,
You'll hear it aloud, in the people you meet!
Yes it spins you around, it's the soul of the street -
Deep into the ground, with your thundering feet!
In my head. Now it's out. Good.
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