Come dance let us dance with us señorita ,
let us dance our worries away ,
let us be free señorita ,
with your swirling gown ,
of many colors ,
and my tux of black and white ,
let us dance señorita ,
in the moonlight ,
come señorita ,
with your eyes that shine bright,
come take my hand ,
and dance with me ,
and let us dance our worries away .
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I hope you enjoyed my little poem ! It's about Italy ... Kinda ... Okay , so like Italy likes a girl and writes her this ! Yeah , that's it , okay ! That's not it ! I just wrote it in my sketch book one day ! And I was like : oh my gosh for some reason I'm reminded of Italy ! And then it just like happened ... I think Italy would say something like this if he ever met a girl on the dance floor who was crying , and would try to comfort her... Oh! I new story idea ! I can't wait to post it ! I can't wait ! Oh my gosh ! It'll be so romantic ! Oh . My. Gosh. I can't. . . Okay ! Please review !
