You! Me! Dancing!

The beats yeah,
they were coming out the speakers and were winding up
straight in your sneakers
and I'm dancing like every song
who spends his bizzle
like all my dance heroes would
if they existed.

And it's sad that you think that we're all just scenesters
and even if we were it's not the senior thinking of,
to taking props from like these boyband fashions,
all crop tops and testosterone passion.

If there's one thing that I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance a single step.

It's you.
It's me.
And there's dancing! (x2)

Not sure if you mind if I dance with you
but right now I don't think you care about anything.
And oh if only there were clothes on the floor,
I'd feel for certain I was bedroom dancing.
And it's all flaming limbs at the front line.
Every single one of us is twisted by design
and dispatches from the back of mind,
just as long as we're here everything is alright.

If there's one thing that I could never confess,
it's that I can't dance a single step.

It's you.
It's me.
And there's dancing! (x2)

And I always get confused,
Because in supermarkets they turn the lights off when they want you to leave,
but in discos they turn them on.
And it's always sad to go, but it's never that sad,
Because there's only so many places you're guaranteed on getting a hug when you leave.
And then on the way home, it always seems like a good idea to go paddling in the fountain, and that's because it IS a good idea.
And we're just like, how Rousseau depicts man in the state of nature:
We're undeveloped, we're ignorant, we're stupid, but we're happy.