From the back of the room he saw him there. As if he he wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare. But then he noticed him glance at him. He had no choice but to dance with him.

He watched his feet move, his hips they sway. He pulls him close and he sings along.

They can't slow down even if they tried. If the record keeps spinning so will he. He likes disco and tastes like a tear. Tells him don't stop dancing and he's pulling him near.