i remember watching you dance to a generic pop song that was about talking ***** you executed the choreography and you looked like you wanted to be the girl who wanted naughty sweet nothings whispered in her ear
as i watched you and saw the masculine sweat dripping down your forehead i realized how dedicated you were to doing everything right even if you didn't want to do it initially
i watched and i secretly hoped that you knew the choreography to win me over
i hoped you knew all the turns and jumps and lifts and pops and locks that you could easily memorize
and when i looked into your eyes you performed it millions of times for me