Infernal Poetry The Next Is Mine
Evening lady, what's up lady?
Are you ready? Are you steady?
Don't be shy
I know you
You wanna try
Are you ready? Are you steady?
Down-skirt, up-pants
Just think of dance
Keep your body for the next chance
Down-skirt, up-pants
Just think of dance
Dry-your-legs!
May I have the next dance
Beneath this sick fake moon?
Yes I swear: yes I'll get
And I'll forget it soon
Cheek to cheek
Elbows flow
Let me lead
Want you to follow
Cheek to cheek
I need to lead
Down-skirt, up-pants
Just think of dance
Keep your body for the next chance
Down-skirt, up-pants
Just think of dance
Dry-your-legs!
May I have the next dance
Beneath this sick fake moon?
Yes I swear: yes I'll get
And I'll forget it soon
The next is mine
The next is mine
The next is mine
The next is mine
Yes I had the last dance
Beneath this sick fake moon!
I swore: I got, and I forgot it
Soon
Soon
Soon
Soon
