You can go out, dancing
And I'll write about you, dancing without you
And I'll shed a tear between my legs
When you were here, I missed you
Now that you're away, I'm out there without you
And I shed a tear between my legs
...Right. Yes, so, if any fuzzy little thing living under a rock didn't yet know, it seems to indeed be some new curse. Lovely
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