2am she glides through the door making 
goons in the room pick their jaws off the floor

I fantasize and I finalize
My intention to boogie til the sweet sunrise

Now the DJ's playin her favorite tune
And she hits the floor like a fuckin platoon

She’s a hurricane in a cabaret
And I’m beggin' hopin' pleadin' that she’ll look my way

Ooooo Woman you, you got pizazz
You're the whole damn Moulin Rouge baby
You got shoes made of jazz

Spinning circles in the neon light
I fall in love on disco night

I’ve never seen one so divine
Tell me lord of the dance is she your design?

And the DJ’s playin her favorite groove
And she rips the floor with every move she’s a
Four alarm fire at the Royal Ballet
And I’m beggin' hopin' pleadin' that she’ll look my way

Ooooo Woman you, you got pizazz
You're the whole damn Moulin Rouge baby
You got shoes made of jazz

Diogenes