Someone (in the crowd) at the Disco

No Cecile, no receipt

The disco is calling me

Saw someone, who I can’t let be

Lets pound this tall gin n’ tea

Liquid courage slips me into the crowd 

I see her face. Bass is growing loud 

Bright lights pulsing through dark clouds

Kiss me please. I can’t stop this room from spinning around 

So cliche for me to call out 

You turn and smile

I can’t catch up. I can barely breath 

You reach for my arm

I almost fall to my knees

Who are you? A love from my dreams 

She’s swaying faster

We sink further, and I catch her 

I’m so high, I’ve lost all sense of time 

Dancing this hard should be a crime

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