Song | Anonymous |
Artist | Pansy Division |
Album | Deflowered |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Crowded night, rock and roll bar | |
The band is playing loud with roaring guitars | |
The crowd is dancing madly, slamming in the pit | |
I’m rubbing shoulders with a guy | |
I’d love to rub more with | |
I’m dancing gleefully at the edge of the fray | |
Here he comes again, in a ricochet my way | |
Bodies packed together in a tight fit | |
He swings his around and i’m grabbing it | |
Going one on one | |
Guys won’t accept your touch | |
But they will gradly take it | |
When it’s anonymous | |
He lingers long enough to feel my hand on his ass | |
I grabbed his dick a couple times as he bounced | |
Past | |
He keeps returning to the spot where i stand | |
I’m sure by now he knows that’s another guy’s | |
Hand | |
Then he bumped into me and yanked my crotch | |
Real hard | |
As he danced away, i was so turned on | |
I tried to flirt with him before he left the club | |
He just looked blank at me, he didn’t want to | |
Know | |
A guy had made him hot, but he would not admit | |
Face to face that he was getting off on it | |
To cop a feel, a sneaky kind of joy | |
A moment of connection with another boy |
Crowded night, rock and roll bar | |
The band is playing loud with roaring guitars | |
The crowd is dancing madly, slamming in the pit | |
I' m rubbing shoulders with a guy | |
I' d love to rub more with | |
I' m dancing gleefully at the edge of the fray | |
Here he comes again, in a ricochet my way | |
Bodies packed together in a tight fit | |
He swings his around and i' m grabbing it | |
Going one on one | |
Guys won' t accept your touch | |
But they will gradly take it | |
When it' s anonymous | |
He lingers long enough to feel my hand on his ass | |
I grabbed his dick a couple times as he bounced | |
Past | |
He keeps returning to the spot where i stand | |
I' m sure by now he knows that' s another guy' s | |
Hand | |
Then he bumped into me and yanked my crotch | |
Real hard | |
As he danced away, i was so turned on | |
I tried to flirt with him before he left the club | |
He just looked blank at me, he didn' t want to | |
Know | |
A guy had made him hot, but he would not admit | |
Face to face that he was getting off on it | |
To cop a feel, a sneaky kind of joy | |
A moment of connection with another boy |
Crowded night, rock and roll bar | |
The band is playing loud with roaring guitars | |
The crowd is dancing madly, slamming in the pit | |
I' m rubbing shoulders with a guy | |
I' d love to rub more with | |
I' m dancing gleefully at the edge of the fray | |
Here he comes again, in a ricochet my way | |
Bodies packed together in a tight fit | |
He swings his around and i' m grabbing it | |
Going one on one | |
Guys won' t accept your touch | |
But they will gradly take it | |
When it' s anonymous | |
He lingers long enough to feel my hand on his ass | |
I grabbed his dick a couple times as he bounced | |
Past | |
He keeps returning to the spot where i stand | |
I' m sure by now he knows that' s another guy' s | |
Hand | |
Then he bumped into me and yanked my crotch | |
Real hard | |
As he danced away, i was so turned on | |
I tried to flirt with him before he left the club | |
He just looked blank at me, he didn' t want to | |
Know | |
A guy had made him hot, but he would not admit | |
Face to face that he was getting off on it | |
To cop a feel, a sneaky kind of joy | |
A moment of connection with another boy |