I was thinking
Of dancing
With you
Between pantry drawers
And cupboard doors
The dishwasher
Two-step
The open-oven
Tango
Your hand
At my hip
Like a
Superhero’s whip
Us living on
Steamy can noodles
And mango.
I was thinking
Of dancing
With you
Between pantry drawers
And cupboard doors
The dishwasher
Two-step
The open-oven
Tango
Your hand
At my hip
Like a
Superhero’s whip
Us living on
Steamy can noodles
And mango.
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