The first boy I danced with I was 15 no one had ever asked me to slow dance before It was where all dances happen back then in the gym It wasn't a boy I had a crush on at all But I didn't think he was awful either He had big blue eyes I remember the song Lady in Red I was totally scared but I said yes The lyrics so did not match the situation I wasn't wearing red we were not dancing cheek to cheek I was nervous -- didn't know what it meant did he like me? nothing ever came of it no kiss no asking for a date Nothing Just a nervous dance I've rarely said yes to dancing with anyone else I like to dance on my own I like to dance by myself in a crowd In a way not choosing one partner Is like dancing with everyone at the same time There is no pressure -- only the pleasure of moving to the music -- which I really love I can move my body to the beat -- dance in unison with the lyrics -- not be ironic not dance a lie
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