Saturday night, we danced till two;
She, on her dancing shoes
and I; on my favourite boots.
We danced like nobody till our body sweats,
We didn't mind other people as we enjoyed the heat;
Even though that the music seemed off the beat
still following the rhythm as my boots heard it tick.
The music played were not totally rocking
Every mouth speaks as I heard them complaining;
But my dancing boots didn't complain the song
rockin' and rockin' till ol' night long.
Rihanna's 'Please Don't Stop The Music, only played once
We went again and again to request on the DJ stand
But, that DJ- was really, totally, technically uncool-
He did put on "Macarena" like we swayed like a fool!
Anyway..anyway...'nough for that....!!!
Whenever I went to a disco, I wore my dancing boots
it made me dance like crazy and completely off the hook;
My brother-in-law used to call it, 'Hooker boots' (eeek..!)
Just laughed at the ‘sort of name’ for my dancing boots.
I enjoyed wearing it coz it makes me cool
It gives me confidence to stand, really tall (lolzzz--)
For the upcoming days, I know it will wear out;
For now, I relish the moments when the disco shouts!