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my arms will be attached to
no one.
on the dance floor.
i'll dance by myself.
they'll seem to follow me, and
maybe they do with my swing sway
hips and full encore all over.
but the crowd will push.
and bored, lonely, horny girls
soon walk away if you don't try
to pick them up.
so i'll laugh and continue on
like i meant to.
for even in a situation meant for
connection, i'll hang up and shake
to the beat.
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