Are you calling me a man? Something left to listen to, something left to hear. And for some odd reason I couldn't help but listen. Toe tapping madness, dance with me a little bit. Your hands around my neck, mine around your waist. And this makes sense. No need for words as we sway to the music. No need for stress, no need for thoughts spilling off lips. No need for someone else's voice whispering in my ear, all I've ever wanting was right there. Right there in my arms.
But I've never been a man, I've been a coward. I've been the one sitting in the corner dreaming up a beat worth dancing to. You've never once given me more than a glance, that one moment of chance as our eyes locked. It was a complete waste, it was a complete mistake.
But I wanted you.
And I couldn't help dreaming up the moment when the music didn't stop. When the moment didn't leave. When you called me a man.
And our lips did touch.