I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you
I said I liked your shoes
You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock
the club is closed and we're up the block
Your hands on me; I'm pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue
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