Woorden: Limp Wrist. Cruisin' At The Show.

Just got to the show
I saw you walk in all alone
you look good with your youth crew wear
shaved head tough face and your revelation gear
I saw you from across the pit
your eyes looked into mine and we nodded
cuz we both wanted it
you turned away hoping noone had seen
yet we knew we both had needs
I made my way to the back of the club
brushed my arms against you and gave you a little nudge
we met up later that night
messed around over and over
cuz we knew it was right