Tackle Me Before I Shimmy

. One, two, three. Uh.

Oh lordy, somebody tackle me, it's gettin' late. Before I see me in a

public disgrace and seal my fate. I love to dance, always have,

never been shy. Back in the '70s, smoldering glances caught my

eye. Hips whisperin', disco inferno, let's ignite. Now it's tipsy

and vibes, ready to take flight. Where's my confidence? Oh,

it's under the bed. Somethin' 'bout the punch making things go over my

head. Eyeliner's less of a feline, more of a wild opossum.