Shall we dance?

It’s you. You’re the reason I can’t sleep. 

Damn, I can’t even eat. 
You’re the reason I can’t drop this broken beat. 

1-2-3 and repeat. 
It’s a fucking song and dance, but I know I don’t stand a chance. 
That mistro is in your back pocket. 

He’s holding your wallet. 

All the things you told me don’t do, he’s doing right to you. 
Let’s pick up the pace. 

We all know I’m out of place. 

Thanx for this chance. 

It better not be our last dance. 

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