"Tango or waltz?" he asked.
Come on, take my hand, let's dance.
Let's live in never-ending love that's unmasked.
Let's run away together to blossom up romance.

So I took his hand, and said, "I like the waltz if that will do."
"Of course my dear," and his feet started to groove.
They moved across the horizon as the two skiddooed.
They stepped to more rhythms as the love between them grew.