Long gone are days of elegance,

Who lend themselves to sweet romance,

And low candlelight, reflected by,

A lover's softly glowing eye,

As he takes his maiden by the hand,

And with a gesture just as grand,

They begin to dance.

Oh! How exquisitely the ballroom stirs,

The swell of music that seems to lure,

The corsets of lace and dazzling charms,

That are fiddled with by glov'd arms,

Who make their way under chandeliers,

And like ghostly specters in the mirr'rs,

They all begin to dance.

A swish of silk, a sigh of delight,

Rises within the swell of the night.

Round and round the dresses sway,

As masks are removed and thrust away.

Hands are taken, and mouths are claimed,

Tis the night when desire shall reign!

And they begin a different dance.

Long gone are days of elegance,

Who lend themselves to sweet romance,

Tis' now confined,

To dreams and minds,

Who long for one last danceā€¦