Nervous System Failure by Infernal Poetry

The Next Is Mine

by Infernal Poetry· from Nervous System Failure

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