baby, baby in your baggy blue jeans
won't you dance up close to me?
not so much that we can touch
but let the heat rise within us
deprive ourselves from our lust
its a night for dancing
its a fast night
with white lights
let me creep up next to you
spin away and you follow suit
baby, baby in your baggy blue jeans
fuck this noise
lets make this fire
breathe
breathe...
breathe.
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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