The club is hopping and the drinks are slopping
and I am doing my very best.
The bodies are swaying and the music is playing
My dance move catalog is put to the test.

But with your eyes rolling, my interest lolling
can you expect me to keep a straight face,
With your constant hating amid the bodies gyrating
I can and will win this race

"Are you gay or just dance this way?"
Irks me, as if I have something to prove
I believe love is love
nothing to do with the way I move.

Cant we just be, keep the mood happy
Make our friendship constant and steady

But your constant taunts and your obvious flaunts
make me scream my checklist,
lips licked, shirt tucked in I'm ready, I'm ready, I am READY