Come on and jump to the beat
Come on and dance with me
(Won't you dance with me)
Come on and jump to the beat
Come on and dance with me
(Won't you dance with me)
You’re unsurpassed in style
The price you paid was dear
You make the moves come alive
Yet movements dance with fear
Your specialties lonely nights
As you and pride compete
Neglect the pain you hide
Come on and dance with me
You’d rather dance alone
When love steps too near
Communicate with me
Your doubts will disappear
If it’s love you’re searching for
There’s plenty love in me
Embrace the good things in life
Come on and dance with me
Back when record executives had a sense that someone with actual talent should get a record deal. Nowadays you need ALL sex appeal and sound decent with the help of auto-tune.
sorta like Hugh Masakela kept the cowbell going in Grazing In the Grass - instead of accenting - you just have to love NMWs ear-worms the way we loved his flash & extreme funk as a player - there were the East Bay guys (Ray Torres & Gaylord Birch Garbialdi Mike Clark Sandy McKee Greg Errico) but then Walden (post-Cobham obviously) was something else again