You gotta you gotta you gotta go to Yo-Yo By Michelle Dee

Dancing and drinking blackcurrant and ice Not lager or spirits it doesn't feel right. Stamped the back of my hand, at the front door, how could we riot when our feet won't touch the floor. Some come to sit alone, in dark shady corners. Some come for the danger, they really should warn us. Some make Yo-Yo the best night of their lives. One leaves in lament, tear-stained eyes. The night is building, my mind is spinning, we are screaming... Hips shaking, chests heaving, cleavage showing, bodies knowing, hair falling in eyes glowing brightly. Lights flashing, hands clapping, kids jumping, glass crashing, Heart's pumping a beat feverishly.

Swolen lips kissing, to Pri we all listen. Scarlet cheeks glisten, foundations slipping. Sweat is pouring of me; hair's all damp and matted Skirt's riding up; new top's torn and tatted. Need to get out so head back to the bar luckily you know it's not too far. Seems that everyone else had the same idea, and getting served right now will take a while I fear. Buy time I find my purse, check my phone, send a text, check who's next, I'll be dry so why should I mind. Look at her, look what she's wearing brave little thing think she's past caring. Look at him, look how he's walking end of the night he won't be talking.

Ice drink sinks over my tongue, secretly runs the cube, over my chest. When one cool drop curves steadily out of sight, mmm aah... that's when it's best. Then it's hellos and how are yous Don't you look good and trips to the loos Goody no queues Did ya see that guy wasn't he hot? Did ya see his eyes, weren't they shot. So who did ya say you came with again? Some rock n roll band...that has forgotten their name. I know that voice I'm sure I do, that you in there honey? You'll never guess I've gone and lost my bag, and need to lend some money. How you fixed later d'ya wanna come back to the party? It's flat three, first floor. I think its number narnty.

Back out there feeling good; feeling lusty and lithe, sliding past shoulders, shoes heading for the stage. Grab a place at the front gaze back at the club, catch the eye staring right back at you. Give a shimmy, give a shake, give a sultry smile. Tonight you're a goddess, so give it your best shot. Tonight you're a princess, don't think that your not. They won't remember a single thing least of all you, come Monday morning. Have a ball Yo-Yo, bounce of the walls. Scale the heights of exhilaration join the Indie-nation. Just make sure you bounce back Next week on Sat.

Copyright © Michelle Dee May 2005

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