There she was at another school dance,
waiting with her back to the wall.
Will anyone ask her if she wants to dance?
If she says yes, will she know what to do?
How to move her feet, and not step on his shoe?
Another fast dance, she’s sure people would laugh.
That girl without rhythm,
is making a fool of herself.
Oh no, he’s looking at her
from across the room.
She holds her breath, because now is the time.
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