Classic Party

Eyes of pure val'rous. Hair dazzling in air, shining bright'r than travelling lamp. "you seeth how much yond effect?" "no. "

c'rse of none seen. Curves hypnotic to those of thirst. "you seeth how much yond effect?" "no. "

mind one of kind. Thoughts art putteth on nay didst did cost. "you seeth how much yond effect?" "no. "

moves giveth off groove. Ev'rybody wisheth to moveth with h'r,

dresseth on to impresseth walking through the boys. An eye hath hath caught what the mistress didst beholdeth.
 
a tall sir, didst dresseth to impresseth, with w'rds riding the riv'r of loveth. "shall i hast't a danceth?"

the mistress didst turneth slightly, didst in scarlet, and didst extendeth h'r handeth. "it wouldst beest an hon'r mineth owneth mistress.