Sway
Ljóð: Norman Gimbel. Lag: Kirby Shaw.

When marimba rhythms start to play,
dance with me, make me sway.
Like ther lazy ocean hugs the shore,
hold me close, sway me more.

Like a flower bending in the breeze,
bend with me, sway with ease.
When we dance you have a way with me,
stay with me, sway with me.

Other dancers may be on the floor,
dear, but my eyes will see only you.
Only you have that magic technique,
when we sway, I grow weak.

I can hear the sounds of violins,
long before it begins.
Make me thrill as only you know how,
sway me smooth, sway me now.

Sway me, squeeze me,
kiss me, thrill me,
bend me, please me,
you have a way with me.

Other dancers may be on the floor,
dear, but my eyes will see only you.
Only you have that magic technique,
when we sway I grow weak.

I can hear the sounds of violins,
long before it begins.
Make me thrill as only you know how
sway me smooth, sway me now,
sway me now, sway me now,
sway me now.