She’s a regular Jane
During the day
But every night
As the sun goes down
She comes to life
At the club.
She loves to dance
To the pulse
Of the disco beat.
She is the queen
Of the floor,
Strutting her stuff,
Shamelessly flirting
With every guy
She meets,
Promising more
Than she delivers,
For each night
When the music is through,
She goes home alone.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
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