Having learned not to panic as she linger
I thought that maybe I might
And then she sparkled, then she laughed guiltily then
Fingers wandering, touching her nose in that way
And there was no way ever,
No way I could ever stop smiling.
And he spoke into a little microphone (phallic, you know),
Turned up the volume
And the friend here beside me,
Quietly beside me,
Has made me promises, made me take promises

She's dancing quietly now, her fingers straying to her fringe
And it's quite another beat she's following,
At two thirds the speed she orbits
The circumference of her hem.
And I don't know why she's smiling,
I know that she can bear no wrong
I'll be drawn towards, rise up knees flexing
Of their own accord, I'll move awkward
To her rhythm, I'll look away from her stare,
Look at her, and she'll tug at her elbow,
And she'll look away, and we may speak later