Monday, February 18, 2013

Writhing

Misheard lyrics are my forte and today I got hit with a doozy.  Every time I've heard this song, I always get a little frisky and lustful imagining sweaty limbs, strobe lights and lots of bad decisions because I hear the line... Writhing on the dance floor.  Writhing... what an amazingly sexual word. 

Alas today I discovered it's Riding on the Metro.  Dammit, that's not near as much fun.. at least in my corner of the world.  The Metro in my town is pretty tame unless you count the weirdos who smell gross, the others that talk to themselves or the ones that want to hand out their Jehovah Witness Watchtower pamphlets.  Oh well... think this time I'll keep my own version, writhing on the dance floor is so much more fun.



Speaking of which... it's about time for some sweaty writhing dancing darkness.  The beast within bellows and she won't be calmed by the fucking Metro.

3 comments:

DC said...

Bahahaa! I love this song, but I like your version better. Now I will never unhear "Writhing on the dance flo-oo-oor" when this comes on. Also, I have been thinking that it is time for dancetime, too.

Christine said...

Yes, dancing! I would also accompany you for some sweaty dancefloor love.

Genevieve said...

Yes! Let's go be dance dance dance, dancing machines together... I like this idea so much I'm almost willing to promise I won't try to corral you both into a dancing train. Almost :D

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