I see her dancing
Like a beautiful
Ballerina on a windy day,
Like in a forced rhythm
She's following his lead
He moves sideways
With her beautiful body
and her legs follow nicely
Her eyes never leaving mine
No smile, her eyes are for me
The club is not the same anymore
I'm watching her
She's beautiful
Her skin so soft
she must be from the suburbs
Her lightweight dress is awesome
She's really from a well to do family
I'm from the township I can tell
She's not one of us
I watch her dancing with him
She's like a dancing queen
trapped on the dancefloor
He moves with her sideways
her legs follow his rhythm nicely
without a smile
Her eyes never leaving mine
Is she giving me the eye or what
Is she inviting me to cut in
Her trying smile is for me
Her anger is for him
I'm watching her
I see her leaving with him
She isn't happy at all
I watch her take her last look
at me at the door without a smile
Is she telling me not to let her go
Why, she isn't mine, I don't know her
Outside
I watch her outside not wanting
to get into his black twin cab truck
She starts shouting once she sees me,
"You came for me, thanks Lord he came."
I have no way of saying no
she's already in my arms
She's crying, I'm confused
She stops crying
Once she's in my car
Tears of joy are mixed with anger
I watch him drives away in anger
She says thanks to me shyly
"Thanks for what, who are you, what has just happened?""
"You'll never believe this, you're the man in my dreams. I saw this love affair happening this way in my dreams."
She said "this love affair"
We're in a love affair now!!
She saw it on her dreams!!
I watch her trying a smile again
I smile back at her confused
But starting believing her dream
She's as beautiful as her dream
I drive away and she doesn't say no
or ask where I'm going with her
I'm thinking a one night stand
But my heart is falling for her
She knows what she wants
And I'm positive she knows
We're going to my place
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© lun180
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