drinks and dance

we all do it one way or another, seems like its part of being human

we just need to find an excuse, one simple reason or even just the need to liberate one part of the soul

for not apparent reason, the last time i talked to her i still felt nervous; she made me nervous. but when i saw her standing by the dance floor, i just walked to her and after a couple of minutes we went inside, and we touched and we laughed. and the next day we were the same

i'm still a terrible dancer, but i enjoy it now

so we set up again, to go out, just for the hell of it, just for fun. and so we start drinking when she says "i wanna dance". kept on drinking till we get to the next place where the lights are low and the music loud, and when trying to speak our lips touch wet and warm

and the night keeps going when the other guy tells me about the unwritten rules of the club, so i play along with them and feel my head rolling round just letting me know the next morning will not be nice

and as the party ends, we all get back to the quiet of each others rooms, when she repeats the dose of wet and warmth to our leaps, and she keeps rolling round in my head for hours