I can’t feel my feet.
The left side of my head is sore cause it crashed into the right side of my friend’s head.
There’s a ringing in my ear.
My neck’s gonna hurt like a fatherfucker tomorrow cause of all the head movements.
But it’s worth it.
Cause tonight, I got to dance.
I donno how to explain it, but I’ll try.
They played We Found Love tonight. It was just 2 hours ago but I can’t even remember how I moved my feet or how I danced. I prolly blacked out. I just remember the feeling it gave me. For 3 minutes, I was fucking happy. For 180 seconds, I was the shit!
I can’t help it. When there’s good music, I can’t sit down. Tonight, I forgot my problems, the work drama, and let go of every bad thing that brings me down.
It never seizes to amaze me how some people can calmly sit on their table when a song like Single Ladies is on. They don’t move an inch! How’s that possible? I don’t get it. How can you not move when Ray Of Light is blasting on the stereo? Wlak I know you ain’t got no rhythm but who cares what people say? Just move it and don’t be so uptight.
Lots of people probably look at me and say: “set down betch, you donno how to dance and you’re makin a fool of yourself”. Well, I don’t give a fuck. I’m free! Can you say that about yourself?
If you’re one of those who don’t dance cause you’re shy…I insist. Go to your room, lock the door, put your favorite song on blast, and move. Act like a whore. Shake that ass. Move those arms. MOVE! No one’s watching (unless you believe in God in which case I’m pretty sure He’s okay with it)
Here’s to you…
The power of dance.
Until we meet again next week…
Aw, my head.