She possessed great rank but was no opera singer
Her nonverbal communication commanded attention
She exuded everything stylish, symbolized elegance
Modern day dancers believed she was heaven sent
Her moves captured rhythms, captivated musicians
She stressed notes in bars like syncopated prisons
She ruled the mambo bliss that took us over
Her rumba motion awakened melodies that bored us
Sexy enough to dance in bars for her amusement
Filled with class, she only danced in bars of the music
Convinced in her past, she was a spiritual painter
Her moves interpreted melody which drew inspiration
And from these descriptions, I'd stay in her presence
But it only took a moment to gather up the evidence
Possessing essential properties, she's the equivalent
She truly exemplified the essence of a Mambo Diva