Dancing On a Snow Flake In August

It was unusually cold about this time of year 30 degrees in the late summer beaches Snow was falling Angels of white were doing the tango on the sea waves Whilst I danced on a fluffy little snow flake Being of Age but not feeling bitter or utter rage I wanted to compete with the temperature's below normal feet Margot and I did the waltz until 5 The music in our minds was playing THE BEE GEES' STAYIN ALIVE Cold hands warm melody Lawrence Welk is watching us from the amphitheater on high Boogie down with this jive flake that I have found We should be swimming But I will take the winter dancing on until..