*sigh*
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I hold on so nervously,
To me and my drink.
I wish it was cooling me,
But so far has not been good,
It’s been shitty.
And I feel awkward as I should.
This club has got to be,
The most pretentious thing,
Since I thought you and me.
Well I am imagining,
A dark lit place,
Or your place or my place.
Well I’m not paralyzed,
But I seem to be struck by you.
I wannna make you move,
Because you’re standing still.
If your body matches,
What your eyes can do,
You’ll probably move right through,
Me on my way to you.
I hold out for one more drink,
Before I think.
I’m looking too desperately,
But so far has not been fun.
I should just stay home,
If one thing really means one,
This club will hopefully,
Be closed in three weeks,
That would be cool with me.
Well I’m still imagining,
A dark lit place,
Or your place or my place.
Well I’m not paralyzed,
But I seem to be struck by you.
I wannna make you move,
Because you’re standing still.
If your body matches,
What your eyes can do,
You’ll probably move right through,
Me on my way to you.
Well I’m not paralyzed,
But I seem to be struck by you.
I wannna make you move,
Because you’re standing still.
If your body matches,
What your eyes can do,
You’ll probably move right through,
Me on my way to you.
Well I’m not paralyzed,
But I seem to be struck by you.
I wannna make you move,
Because you’re standing still.
If your body matches,
What your eyes can do,
You’ll probably move right through,
Me on my way to you.
You’ll probably move right through,
Me on my way to you.
You’ll probably move right through,
Me on my way to you.
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