He looks at me through sleepy eyes:
I look back sheepishly.
He smiles and asks me to dance--
he leads me around like a rag doll,
makes me feel dainty and new.
I want to affect him like he affects me,
so I give him fiery glances
and try to dance like the beauty
he thinks I should be,
but I end up feeling silly.
This role I play
Is not myself--
I grow coy
and walk away.