The Next Is Mine - Infernal Poetry

Evening lady, what’s up lady?

Are you ready?

Are you steady?

Don’t be shy

I know you

You wanna try

Are you ready?

Are you steady?

Down-skirt, up-pants

Just think of dance

Keep your body for the next chance

Down-skirt, up-pants

Just think of dance

Dry-your-legs!

May I have the next dance

Beneath this sick fake moon?

Yes I swear: yes I’ll get

And I’ll forget it soon

Cheek to cheek

Elbows flow

Let me lead

Want you to follow

Cheek to cheek

I need to lead

Down-skirt, up-pants

Just think of dance

Keep your body for the next chance

Down-skirt, up-pants

Just think of dance

Dry-your-legs!

May I have the next dance

Beneath this sick fake moon?

Yes I swear: yes I’ll get

And I’ll forget it soon

The next is mine

The next is mine

The next is mine

The next is mine

Yes I had the last dance

Beneath this sick fake moon!

I swore: I got, and I forgot it

Soon

Soon

Soon

Soon