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• Artiste: Scratched Vinyl Innocence
• Titre: Dancing In Black
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Here in a new place, I saw you across the floor standing My feet were doing fine, keeping rhythm – keeping time, then they had a conversation ‘bout how you're not dancing with me So I waltzed towards you, my black shirt keeping my spirits high I lent out my hand, said, “hello there, would you like to dance?” and you said, “yeah – I'll try.” So I grabbed your waist close, and pulled it to my own Pointers on the hip-bones, I let you know you were the passenger and I was the pilot tonight My nose grazed your left ear as I whispered, “you're doin' just fine!” Then to my delight, I'd been hoping all night, you squeezed me harder and said... I have been dying for so long for someone like you to come around A nice boy who actually cares about how to dance right One that caresses my skin and knows how to feel me – he just gets it One that understands how my feet move and man, I'm just glad that I am dancing with you You asked to take a break and if I'd like to come with “Of course,” I said without hesitation ‘cause you were makin' my heart beat so quick that I needed to rest, and maybe have a drink I ordered a Sex on the Beach and asked if you'd like a sip, and you said, “who do you think I am? Some little girl that crosses all of her Ts and draws hearts for dots on her Is? ‘cause if that's the case, then you're in for a big surprise...” I am thinking you're pretty west coast girl You've been eyeing me all night, hoping that I'd find you standing alone and ask you to dance because... I have been dying for so long for someone like you to come around A nice girl who actually cares for me, who compliments my fine steps and individuality One that can talk about stars and knows a few tricks or her own One that understands my world, and girl, I think it's wonderful that I am leaving with you Act two: we're in my room, on the bed, our faces proclaiming the mood And I want nothing more than to know if you're thinking that it's ok for me to kiss you My hand presses your forehead, and trickles down your whole face Each finger catching sensory spots, making you whisper, with eyes closed, “I want to taste Your lips... your amazing remarkable grin.” So, we leaned in without concentration and this is where I hope our story will begin... I have been dying for so long for someone like you to come around A nice girl who actually feels me, wants me, wants to know me, and go dancing in black I just wish she knew somehow that I love her smile and two-step stance But in the meantime I'll just walk up to her and ask her, “Would you like to dance...”