Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur Comes to a standstill, I ask him a question He doesn't hear Wurlitzer jukebox Fingers are pointed in my direction Words fly around me, everyone's chanting
Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur Comes to a standstill, I ask him a question He doesn't hear Wurlitzer jukebox Fingers are pointed in my direction Words fly around me, everyone's chanting