When she wanted to get over something, she turned up the stereo and let the beat enter her head like a drug.
Time goes by so slowly...
The cheesier the song, the better. Give it up, give it away. Save the dance. She danced like a professional fly girl in her pink leotard. No one could see it, though.
Every little thing that you say or do, I'm hung up...
Endorphins entered her body, curing her blues, tingling her toes. She felt alive. It worked like gangbusters. She was resilient.
Those who run seem to have all the fun...
She began to think that fathers should take their daughters to lunch more and brothers should help you change your oil. It should be a law or something.
I can't keep on waiting for you...
And because she danced alone in her room, no one knew she could do the splits. It was quite a sight. Maybe not as good as a professional, but still.
Don't cry for me cuz I'm on my way...
Madonna - Hung Up
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