he took off his dress shirt,
tossed away his gold tie,
danced away the whole night
in a white t-shirt
and I couldn't help but smile
at that boy the whole time
all these other formal lookers,
but they're not what i like;
'cause there he is dancing
in a five star restaurant
in nothing but some black slacks
and a wrinkled white t-shirt,
and i know that it's crazy,
but he's the one that i want:
i'm breaking the rules,
and i want to get caught.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
he took off his dress shirt,
tossed away his gold tie,
danced away the whole night
in a white t-shirt
and I couldn't help but smile
at that boy the whole time
all these other formal lookers,
but they're not what i like;
'cause there he is dancing
in a five star restaurant
in nothing but some black slacks
and a wrinkled white t-shirt,
and i know that it's crazy,
but he's the one that i want:
i'm breaking the rules,
and i want to get caught.
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