Traffic light party

I’m wearing green to the traffic light party,
All the girls and boys look straight at me and they claw
With their fingers and they kick with their legs 
These aren’t dance moves they’re death
They grope and kiss at the traffic light party,
They show their chests and necks and bare their lipstick-teeth,
as I look green at the traffic light party,
They don’t notice I’m wearing yellow underneath.
Now I’m wearing red to the traffic light party,
And I’m looking at you and you’re looking good.
Wearing jeans at the traffic light party,
They hiss and boo but you’re not feeling blue,
You’re you you’re you you’re you you’re you you’re you you’re you you’re you you’re you you’re you…
And you know what to do with your arms and your feet as the music runs through you you light up to the beat and you glow like a hundred thousand fireflies I see musical notation dancing in your eyes and the score’s complete when our bodies meet on the floor. And you’re toe-tapping, shuffling, and dragging my feet to the door.
We caused a crash at the traffic light party,
I lost my frown and mixed to a golden brown.
At the unpalatable traffic light party...

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