Night out

Nov 08, 2008 21:56

Dance Dance Dance
Pretty in pink
Prettier in black
And like a bat out of hell
She's on the train

Man to BK
All over this town
Just the way she loves it

Nothing like breathing the city air
Late at night
Feeling so small in this craziness

And there's eye contact
And winks
And wishing I rode the line more
But that's just not the case

And all she can think about
Is a two week countdown
To when she'll drive her across the country
And take her home for the first time
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