saturday night cruising
going nowhere but
one last 2am disco stop
letting loose
on the empty dance floor
running in circles
the remaining crowd
glance casually
at our tribal dance
then onto the speakers
reserved for dancing girls
we claim the world
and rock it out
Hell yeah! Been booted from a couple clubs for that offense. Girls only on the Woofers! Fascist bouncers.
wish I had the confidence to get out there and dance, more of a foot tapper, more power to their twinkling feet smiffy
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Like good old John Revolting, sorry, Travolta eh? I get the feel of a disco here from your lines, tho like Smiffy I was a wallflower (an ugly one at hat) . Paul.