| 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 |