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Mar 2014
And I didn't mean to
get dust on your lovely glowing shoes
But Miss, may I ask you to a dance? Just me and you?
May I grab you by the waist
and take you straight to the place of,
puppy love and anniversary dates?
Dance with me until your dress and my shoes are the last things moving in this starlit ballroom,
May I bring you roses, tulips, and lilies for you while you wait in your bedroom?
Please, yes, it's getting late, I happen to love to procrastinate
But give me 5 minutes, please baby, all that it takes
All I'm asking for is one dance
To end my night, you in my hands.
Dancing into the everlasting trance of Wonderland.
hm
Noah A Baker
Written by
Noah A Baker  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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