as I sat there in the bar,drinking my wine as I watched this woman what for what I think is her boyfriend

What are the chances everyone's dancing but he's not with you.

I then built up all my pent up anger on her boyfriends,I walked over to her slowly sliding my arms under hers hugging her from behind

— "I could be a better boyfriend than him,I could do the shit he never did"

I purred

—"ladies first baby I insist.." despite her being straight I couldn't care less