I love the music playing in the ballroom
I dance alone, waiting for my boy
He sits alone, forced to listen, it's his doom
Feel so bad, he acting like my puppet, my toy
The sound of music, it's so great
But you don't really care for music, do you?
I dance alone while you paitently wait
For your hopeful leaving cue
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'But you don't really care for music, do you? ' That line! Leonard Cohen, the lyrical God himself, wrote that beautiful line and you referenced it seamlessly! I like this theme! But it seems so very mean. :) Still, something we've all done; our happiness at the expense of another's... Very interesting indeedy: D