Shifty Brent - Step Into My Circle

You turn once,
And your ribbon flies; I lose my place just looking at your eyes.
I tried to count,
But the count got lost; I paid one dime and forgot the cost.
If this is trouble, then trouble is sweet,
Because your little laugh keeps landing on the beat.
Keep those good horns, good horns,
Ringing a little longer; let the rhythm make your spirit stronger.
When the trumpet cuts the air,