Sway across the dance floor,
hi top Converse and a black dress,
mic in your left hand,
too beautiful for my own good.
Thoughts collide in my head
like criminals on the Autobahn.
Make me forget all of the bullshit,
the recent years of circular nothingness.
Hold my hand and poke fun
while I ramble on about retro video games.
Wrap me in your Charm.
Steal my sleep.