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(Verse 1)
Yo, listen up to the tale of a man named Jim,
Stands short but he's got moves, salsa's his hymn.
Rockin' floral shirts, every color, every shade,
On the dance floor, he's the one who gets paid.

Diminutive in stature but his spirit's tall,
Through the night, he's the king, never gonna fall.
Swayin' hips, groovin' feet, he's the salsa king,
In his world, every step's a fling.

But behind the charm, there's a story unseen,
In his veins, flows a love for something obscene.
Alcoholic tendencies, a battle within,
Lost in the bottle, drowning sorrows, it's a sin.

(Chorus)
Hey, hey, it's Jim in his floral attire,
Dancin' through life, fuelled by passion and fire.
But beneath the surface, a struggle he hides,
An alcoholic's pain, and blurred vision beside.

(Verse 2)
With every sip, the world blurs in his sight,
Yet on the dance floor, he's the beacon of light.
Eyesight failing, but he feels every beat,
In the rhythm of the music, finds his retreat.

Friends worry, they see him stumble and sway,
But Jim shrugs it off, says he's okay.
Lost in the moment, in the salsa's embrace,
Never minding the world, in this sacred space.

Floral shirts fly as he spins through the air,
In his mind, he's soaring without a care.
But reality knocks, with a harsh sobering blow,
In the haze of the night, it's a truth hard to show.

(Chorus)
Hey, hey, it's Jim in his floral attire,
Dancin' through life, fuelled by passion and fire.
But beneath the surface, a struggle he hides,
An alcoholic's pain, and blurred vision beside.

(Bridge)
Yet in every step, there's a glimmer of hope,
A chance to break free from the alcoholic rope.
With support and love, he could find his way,
And dance to the rhythm of a brighter day.

(Outro)
So here's to Jim, the short man with flair,
May he find peace and freedom from despair.
In his floral shirts, may he dance with glee,
And overcome the demons, to truly be free.