Drunk Shoes

Girls on dance floor, with happy faces and drunk smiles.
One shot, two shot, three and you are high.
Loud music, where you come to unheard your inner voice,
which tells you to come out to the beach;
with flowing streams and silence you cannot defy.
You are flowing on the dance floor;
with hundreds of people accompanying you,
but if they are with you, why are they pushing you.

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