_____________!!text v[ersu]s. romance

it's because he's so beautiful and i'm so weak, but i know that each time he walks by i'm wondering what his next move will be. and i know that each time i walk by he's breathing me in whether he wants to or not. because there's something there that's hook-reel-and sinker with him and his eyes are like fire burning stars right into mine. his presence is like the biggest decision of your life: you know it's there and can't be avoided but you ignore it in hopes that it'll sneek up on you and you won't have to make the choice. it's not that he's graceful, it's just that he has the music in his body and the beats are flowing out of his legs on the dancefloor. it's unavoidable at this point, you've got me mezmorized, dance dance dance you beautiful disaster. so i'll spin in circles and find whoever i can to groove with hoping he'll look over and want some of this action. you never even looked my way/you're so good at avoiding the situation. drunk on the intoxicating sound pushing from the speakers, i've contemplated spinning over your way but why give you the joy of knowing i gave in first? so you brush past the door and you scream my name but you're with her and she's always attached to you on the dancefloor, attached at the waist where you move so smooth and twist so deviously. and she's eating it all up but it's not you that she wants anymore, no she's got a playtoy on the side and he's looking better and better to her everytime that you look at me. so let it be beautyboydancer, so let it be. reel me in and we'll dance dance dance until the music stops. give me this one last dance and we'll die grooving.

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