There's a new girl Dancing tonight With shy eyes And beautiful thighs Man she shouldn't Be here I walk her out to The stage It is my job to Start her off Dance with her Until she feels safe But tonight even I Feel vulnerable Beneath the lights Unable to hide behind The smoke Tradition dictates That every man in here Will tip her It is not uncommon For a girl to walk away With close to a thousand From her first dance It is never that good Again Oh she'll try But nothing is as good As the first time I watch her eyes light up And not for the first time I wonder why I'm hereBirth sign: Aquarius
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