She moves like leaves...
Being blown by a summer windy breeze
The funny thing about that is
I've only seen this being in my daydreams

As I watch her slow dance in my imagination
And while listening to her tone
You see I hear the poetry that she speaks
While simply reading every stroke of her pen
She allowed me in to sneak a peak at her...

Slow Dance and I know she's got moves
Just by feeling each readable line...
Lines now filled with so much passion
Every now and then I'd hear that little girl laugh

I told her this all in one conversation that lasted...
Seemingly for hours...I wasn't dreaming this
Maybe I was but damn...this time it lasted for hours
And now every night...guess what?
We Slow Dance...I mean we reeeeally Slow Dance

We take the time to fantasize the romance
I visualized my hands all ova(ebonically speaking)dem hips
Shit this one is slim...but also thick

Ask me...how do I know this?
In my dream I saw she and I do a Chicago Step
Actually it's called Steppin'
It's kind of got that homeboy fill
But mixed in with a lil Spanish'ism

And damn when we're into our groove
Kind of like being into a zone
You know what I mean?
Simular to two lovebirds speaking hours into a phone
I'm gonna call her MOE...like Moe Betta Blues
Again...I'll wait to watch you Slow Dance