COME ON!
just grab my hand baby
sitting down is giving up
just this once baby
shutting up is giving in
pry those petals from their wet walls
so we can hit the floor

it's the rhythm of rebellion
a reason for celebration
let the volume do the talking
with the force of an explosion

come on and place those
nervous palms in mine
we'll drive the fear from both our frames
sending bitten bullets through those bitter pills
in an unexpected plot twist

you've stunned me with a kiss
that felt like a runaway wrought iron fist
don't hang the dj yet
this song deserves a second spin

To be continued...