Check Out Your Mind

Dance

I'm lovin' your groove and the way you move on the floor
Your booty's wiggles and jiggles have got me cravin' for more
So I creep from behind, and then comes the moment I dread
You turn around, pushing me back, while you're shaking your head
The DJ changes the tune, as you yell out "THIS IS MY SONG!"
And you bend over, giving me a clear view of your thong
All I wanted was a chance to really admire your beauty
In the form of me pressed up behind you, feeling your booty

I didn't speak or approach, I'm not tryin' to make you my wife
I'm not searchin' out in the club to find the girl of my life
Two songs from now, this whole "you and me" thing will end
And I'll forget about who you were while I dance with your friend
Baby girl, I won't capture your heart or capture your mind
Let's put it out on the table, yo, I'm just here for the grind

I thought being honest would help get better results
Cuz I see it as a mature interaction between two adults
Yet, when I try to dance behind you, your mood starts to switch
But I saw a woman trying to "buss it open like a project bitch"
Callin' you bitch and ho, but you do all they tell you to do
Then when asked why, you say they aren't talkin' about you
You keep starin' me up and down like I did somethin' wrong
No disrespet intended, lady, I'm just around for this song

Doing the nastiest dances without seeing the big picture
You didn't think you were ho-ish until I tried to dance witcha
I gotta say, the way that you shakin' is makin' me horny
So quit the bullshit complainin' and keep on shakin' it on me
But I'm not tryin' to get in your wallet or get in your pants
I'm not here to play games, baby, I'm just here for the dance

I'm not tryin' to be freaky-deaky or sex like I told ya
But you make my head sick as you ride that dick like a soldier
Givin' me dirty looks that would send a sane man runnin'
But if it wasn't me on you, one of these dudes would have done it
Somethin' about seein' pretty ladies bending, touchin' their toes
And seeing her shake to the beat so hard, she comes out her clothes
Doin' what they wanna, sweatin' so much, their bra is exposed
And women on the sidelines gossip and label them hoes
Dancin' with guys she feels have their rhythm together
And she keeps on dancin', booty movin' as free as a feather
And the guys keep on comin' back, as they have probable cause
He danced with her so well, her ass gave him the applause
Just this one dance won't send me knockin' on your door
And I'm not gonna be expecting FELLATIO out on the dance floor
I just wanna dance, and if I'm lucky, a new number in my phone
And if not that, after the dance, I'll just leave you alone
I'm not a bad man, I haven't earned you givin' me sass
I just liked this song and I would like to rub up on your ass

© Brandon Harris 2006

-B