The disco ball sparkled with a lustrous glow,

Then shone on the faces of the dancers below.

When who to my roving eye should I see?

But Ms. Viva Valezz! in a flaming red mini.

Though a little bit tipsy and chock-full of booze,

I saw right away she had fabulous shoes.

I asked her to dance then hot as a flame,

I shouted and whistled and called her by name.