I’m minding my business, just tying my shoes,
When suddenly bam my hands start to move.
They flutter, they flap, they wiggle and twist,
Like jazz-hands mania I cannot resist!
In the grocery aisle, I reach for some baked beans,
But now I’m conducting like I’m leading a scene!
“Just calm down,” I whisper, but they don’t obey
These jazz hands are living their own cabaret.
At dinner they strike, mid-forkful of fries,
And suddenly sauce has been flung in my eyes.
At job interviews too, they just won’t behave,
Now the boss thinks I’m miming or caught in a rave.
I can’t order coffee without causing a stir,
The barista just watches as I cha-cha the air.
My hands have a rhythm, they’re wild and free
I guess I’m the world’s first jazz-handed zombie!
So if you see me, just give me a glance,
But please don’t expect a regular stance.
For these fingers are jazzed, with moves so refined
And trust me, they’ll shimmy at any old time!
CREDITS
Margaux outfit from KiB Designs (has hud)
Reema EVOX head from CATWA
Margot hair from Sintiklia
Kait skin from the Skinnery in Sorbet
Luna body skin from the Skinnery
Classic mesh body from Legacy
Isabelle Cheren 