Butterflies flutter
Bees sting
Sit down chile
While I do my thing
Swaying to the music in my head
Not reggae, salsa or hip hop

Instead

A beat so strong it will raise the roof
Percussion, cymbals and melodic flutes
Youi’ll think I was trained at Juliard
When I leave you behind by a hundred yards
You’ll scream when you see me move my feet
And rock out to this imaginary beat

In my head.