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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance

Submitted:Mar 30, 2012    Reads: 24    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Our show.

Under the neon lights I sway

To music that drifts me away


My hands are up in the air

Like I have not a single care


When my eyes finally drift shut

I know that I'll bare no cuts


Hey stranger, tell me what you mean

When you say I'm the prettiest you've seen

Baby boy, show me a little love now

Before the curtains close, and I take that final bow


Bodies brush against me

Belonging to people I can't see


I drink away the rest of the pain

So on me it'll no longer rain


Nothing matters but tonight

There are no wars left for me to fight


Hey stranger, give me a night to remember

I'll be your mistress, you can be my bachelor

Baby boy, the shows far from over

So make me love-drunk, don't let me die sober


There's nothing to do but dance

Then maybe give life a second chance


The stage is yours and mine

And darling, do we look oh so fine


Our swag is catching their eyes

We don't care, we're far too high


Hey stranger, it's only you and me on the floor

So lets dance the night til we're sore

Baby boy, the suns almost up

But I can't leave, you had me at 'What's up?'


I know we're far from done

Cause yesterday is long gone

And tomorrow has yet to come

But tonight, our show will go on...


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