Let's pretend that I can dance tonight Who needs friends? Who needs day's light? I'll pretend I can whip and pirouette Let's see how far into the night I get One hour, two hours, three crowds and four My vision is blurry but I'll dance some more I wonder how that boy did his coat and his hair I gotta get out to the garden's frigid air Who needs the friends from schools that you know? Who needs that cute guy when the dances get slow? All I need is the beat that shakes the ground And the dusk induced feeling of no one else being around With the last song of the night The cops push us out without a fight
In middle school, the local war memorial (which served more as a venue) hosted school dances once every month for $12. We always called them "war dances".