I want to be victim on the dance floor.
I want couples to pull each other closer as I shimmy to their shuffle.
I want the dj to question his superiority for spinning anything that would make someone like me twirl and gyrate like a pervert.
I want people to smirk to their friends as I do the "four pointer" ring shot and the club kid palpitations.
I want my friends to pretend to laugh and vomit a little in their mouths as I do grease-lightning arm points and my interpretation of interpretive dance.
Remember that jazz box you used to make or the large circling of the hips you learned when you were five, I want bouncers to consider throwing me out as I relive their glory.
Who's got it- not me.
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