You had Jeffrey Dahmer glasses and nice dimples. Your friend hit the juke box and you stayed behind. I tried to smile at you through that dancing man and his pool-cue moves; you flashed a few looks, maybe they were friendly smiles or maybe shy n' flirtatious.
I was the thick blonde with a friend, and gin and tonics. I think you're cute, and wonder what you're about.
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