Let her dance with me just for the hell of it

There are songs that are not meant to sit still to, songs that are meant for movement, meant for touching, meant for swaying, meant for dancing. This song is one of those songs. Listening to it sitting in a cubicle at work is near torture and it takes all my composure and restraint not to start spinning in circles with my arms thrown in the air in reckless abandon.

This song makes me miss nights of dancing in clubs, spinning and twirling and not thinking of anything else beyond the beat and the bodies around me. For now, I suppose, working out will have to suffice. But, someday soon, I think I will need to go out dancing again.

Chelsea Dagger
:: The Fratellis

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