I picked you out of a crowd to talk to you.
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, we're up the block.
Your hands on me, pressing hard against your jeans.
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