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Mary J

 

Pulsing like the rhythm of love.

Bouncing from the bass

To the eyes shut tight

Bliss and heaven

On your face -

Mary J is in the house.

 

Music with a promise to deliver,

Makes your knees go weak

Slip and slides your feet

Has your hips gyrate till

You just can’t speak -

Mary J is in the house.

 

It’s not a black thing

It’s not a white thing

It’s a rhythm that’s all embracing

It’s not a boy thing

It’s not a girl thing

It’s the mixture that’s percolating.

 

Leave your situations in the street

This family affair is inclusive.

Holding you close

Stepping out the most

This rhythm is not exclusive -

Mary J is in the house.

 

Steve Bishop