On Your Toes

The boy

At the end of the serenade,

The girl

Of change.

Cycling

Through the stages of denial

So rapidly the room spins.

He can see it

The way he makes her feel

He drives the girl of change

Absolutely wild.

So he plays with her

Dances secrets and temptation

Through her head.

She loves it

She loves how he keeps her

Guessing

Keeps her on her toes.

It’s a change

From the simplicity of life

It’s change

For the girl of change.

Now she waits

For the end of the serenade.

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