You wanted something cute and cheesy
and I wondered why you got that
when no one ever cared enough for me.
But you're the music begging my bones
to dance on your count and
I want to dance with you - truly.
More than a waltz through the kitchen,
dressed up, made up, the whole nine yards -
I want it to be corny and sweet
So will you please
jive to prom
with me?
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