She has a strange feeling as she gets on the stage,
Every pair of eye, looking at her like she is a mage,
They sit on the edge, waiting for her to engage
Their heart with art, when she gets onstage.
The first beat strikes, and her heart goes boom.
The next beat strikes, and her legs are on the move.
Elegant, graceful, clean are her moves.
She dances like she is on her own in her room.
Bewitched is the crowd, As they applaud so loud,
While she takes a deep bow at the end of her show.
She has a strange feeling as she gets off the stage.
Every pair of eye, convinced she is a mage.