Our show.
Under the neon lights I sway
To music that drifts me away
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My hands are up in the air
Like I have not a single care
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When my eyes finally drift shut
I know that I'll bare no cuts
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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
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Bodies brush against me
Belonging to people I can't see
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I drink away the rest of the pain
So on me it'll no longer rain
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Nothing matters but tonight
There are no wars left for me to fight
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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
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There's nothing to do but dance
Then maybe give life a second chance
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The stage is yours and mine
And darling, do we look oh so fine
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Our swag is catching their eyes
We don't care, we're far too high
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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?'
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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...
Submitted: March 30, 2012
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and the show must go on.. I love it.. so .... wow.. I dont even know. you are so talented at writing! :) I loved this... we have to take life as it comes, work through what is dealt, amazing job
Tue, May 29th, 2012 12:52pmThis was weird. You thought out of the box. You paraphrased life's routine in a simple disco. love, sadness, not caring, etc. great job
Mon, July 30th, 2012 11:00amI like this piece,the first I've read of you. Keep it up! :D
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this is oddly self destructive, yet at the same time sends a message. I recall dancing with girls like this. It's like they were searching for something but never found it. To bad it never was with me.
Tue, April 17th, 2012 5:54amWhen I was younger many of my friends would call them sluts... I called them fun. When I think about it now I just think that was it. They were fun.
Some times you need a distraction to feel free and others can help you let go.
This may have nothing to do with the intended thought of this. But I felt this was not meant as total sexual, just plain fun. And even with how some of us think girls should be. Why is it not right for them not to be a teas without being a slut? I think a girl has every right to be as much as a guy. So have fun and if it takes dancing to forget what makes your heart hurt I say go for it.
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I like that you think that. If I told someone I was going dancing, and that I might hit it off with a random boy then I'd be labelled a slut. But, like you said, there's nothing sexual about it, its just a way to put aside the pain and think about something other than how rubbish your life is.
Sat, May 5th, 2012 8:16amI think those kinda girls are normally running from stuff like broken relationships, and so even if they did meet a nice guy on a night out, they would hardly consider taking things further than that night. Its sad, because a nice guy can mend her broken a heart, but she wouldn't be able to see past the pieces.