Xareni

My song creates good mojo, nothing to be taught, you know who's it for, it jumps like a bean, whoever takes the tour, always lands on me, I'm just this bag of bones, a lender of last resort, loans don't let you doze, each tune you get to see, brings you back for more, makes you dig this scene, come dancing to my zone, like you used to before, our time is never done, it floats across the sea, your trousers sweep the floor, say hello to dreams, laughter smooths our tones, brings solace to the poor, tempers all our groans, opens any door.