Girl, you so jive.
You can talk butter off bread
all sweet, whether the sun is shining or not.

I seen your type before,
wearing a dress, your purse matching
whatever printed accent
swaying in the wind.

I bet when it rains,
it doesn’t touch you
too busy moving,
too many things going on.

I bet you smile
even when no one is around.
Who needs company
when you got it going on like that?

Gone head, snap your fingers,
do your step
with your jive self.

You walk in like you own the place,
scratching off pieces of your heart
whether it’s the right place
or the wrong time.

One thing they can’t say
about you
is that you hold up the line.

Everybody gets a piece.

You ain’t fooling nobody
with your jive self.

Some things
are more important than money.

With your sweet,
jive self.

You've got to have some rhythm if you're going to boogie down.
At the latest tango hotspot at the Roxy in the town.
The principles of foxtrot and the sways of swing will show.
That dancing with your heart will always make your passion flow.

When the bossa nova starts and the lady sings the blues.
The time is now to shake your hips and don your dancing shoes.
You trip the light fantastic, your shoulders shake in time.
Your fingers snap and feet will tap along to mambo rhyme.

The rumba stirs the frenzy of your heart in Latin beats.
You feel the crazy samba in the footsteps on the streets.
Your ready for your spotlight doing cha cha cha and jive.
You can never stop the lindy hop to keep your soul alive.

Sophie sits quietly, soaking in the sounds.
This Jazz club suits her perfectly,
As she swallows spirituous rounds.
The music is hot, with Latin-flair, and
Pulsing, staccato, percussive drive.
The air on her shoulders is moist
In this Parisian summer jive.
Sophie tastes the twilight culture,
She lives for the buzz.
She won't accept the ordinary, she
Vibrates with bohemian blood!
She loves her music live in her
Sultry summer jive.