Chelsea Dagger

Makes you want to dance naked,

slide across the parquet in nothing

but a pair of socks, the radio stuck on

repeat.

Sing at the top of your lungs, scream

and shout Chelsea, so that I can hear you

from the street, watch you

twist and spin, your hair

flying up around your face.

Let the windowpanes rattle

with all that noise. You're

working up a sweat, know

the boys get lonely after you leave.

Chelsea, your hips are flying, your fingers

pulse with the beat, feet a blur

as you rock through the kitchen.

The rhythm pulls me closer, I could be

your regular belle, let me dance,

let me dip you, spin you, turn

your world upside down.

Dance with me just for the hell of it.