Swayin' to the Music
Okay, so here's the deal... a few days ago (in fact, on my drive home from Dallas) I heard the song "Slow Dancin'," performed by Seals & Crofts. (Croft? I dunno... Johnny Rivers did it first, I think.) It was sticking in my mind, because it's such a pretty song, and also because I haven't gone dancing in so long. I can't even remember the last time I slow-danced, or rather, the last time I slow-danced and it didn't involve my kids. So the song was on my mind already... But read on after the lyrics, to see what happened next...
Slow Dancin'
It's late at night and we're all alone
Just the music on the radio
No one's comin', no one's gonna telephone
Just me and you and the lights down low
And we're
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
Slow dancin', just me and my girl
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
No one else in the whole wide world
Just you, girl
And we just flow together when the lights are low
Shadows dancin' all across the wall
Music's playin' so soft and slow
Rest of the world so far away and small
When we're
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
Slow dancin', just me and my girl
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
No one else in the whole wide world
Hold me, Oh, oh, oh, hold me
No never let me go
As we dance together in the dark
So much love in this heart of mine
You whisper to me, hold you tight
You're the one I thought I'd never find
Now we're
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
Slow dancin', just me and my girl
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
No one else in the whole wide world
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
Slow dancin', just me and my girl
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
No one else in the whole wide world
Whole wide world
Okay... so there's the song, really pretty, hope at least some of you know it and were hearing it in your head. Because now comes the part where I do something that might well make it impossible for you to ever hear it the same way again. Here's how it happened.
I have no idea what kind of conversation was going on in the cubicle next to mine. I think it had something to do with clever ways to measure "employment" with some of our more... errrr... interesting clients. You know, the usual jokes about how they can be "independent pharmaceutical sales reps" or "personal attendants." And somehow the conversation degenerated from there (not exactly a far stretch), so that as I came around the corner with my purse slung over my shoulder, I was just in time to see my supervisor do an imitation of a pole dance (minus the pole). Let me tell you, no matter WHO your supervisor is or what he/she looks like, you never want to see that. Trust me. You just don't. So anywho, I have this image of pole dancing stuck in my head, plus the sound of this song floating through my mind, and... well...
Pole Dancin'
It's late at night and I'm at the bar
Just the music playing loud and hard
We're all drinkin', no one's gonna go home,
Just all these dancers and the lights down low
And they're
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music,
Pole dancin', those half-naked girls,
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music,
A bump, a grind, and a little twirl,
Topless girls
And they're just dancing naked when the lights are low
Women prancin' all across the stage
Music's playin', they're all good to go
Wish they were dancin' in an iron cage
Well they're
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music
Pole dancin', those half-naked girls
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music,
A bump, a grind, and a little twirl
Tease me, Oh, oh, oh, tease me
No never let me touch
As they writhe and wriggle in the dark
So much strain in these pants of mine
They shout "last call" and it's the end of the night
Now it's off to see if a hooker I can find
'Cause they were
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music
Pole dancin', those half-naked girls
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music,
A bump, a grind and a little twirl
Yes, friends and neighbors... a mind is a terrible thing.
Slow Dancin'
It's late at night and we're all alone
Just the music on the radio
No one's comin', no one's gonna telephone
Just me and you and the lights down low
And we're
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
Slow dancin', just me and my girl
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
No one else in the whole wide world
Just you, girl
And we just flow together when the lights are low
Shadows dancin' all across the wall
Music's playin' so soft and slow
Rest of the world so far away and small
When we're
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
Slow dancin', just me and my girl
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
No one else in the whole wide world
Hold me, Oh, oh, oh, hold me
No never let me go
As we dance together in the dark
So much love in this heart of mine
You whisper to me, hold you tight
You're the one I thought I'd never find
Now we're
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
Slow dancin', just me and my girl
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
No one else in the whole wide world
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
Slow dancin', just me and my girl
Slow dancin', swayin' to the music
No one else in the whole wide world
Whole wide world
Okay... so there's the song, really pretty, hope at least some of you know it and were hearing it in your head. Because now comes the part where I do something that might well make it impossible for you to ever hear it the same way again. Here's how it happened.
I have no idea what kind of conversation was going on in the cubicle next to mine. I think it had something to do with clever ways to measure "employment" with some of our more... errrr... interesting clients. You know, the usual jokes about how they can be "independent pharmaceutical sales reps" or "personal attendants." And somehow the conversation degenerated from there (not exactly a far stretch), so that as I came around the corner with my purse slung over my shoulder, I was just in time to see my supervisor do an imitation of a pole dance (minus the pole). Let me tell you, no matter WHO your supervisor is or what he/she looks like, you never want to see that. Trust me. You just don't. So anywho, I have this image of pole dancing stuck in my head, plus the sound of this song floating through my mind, and... well...
Pole Dancin'
It's late at night and I'm at the bar
Just the music playing loud and hard
We're all drinkin', no one's gonna go home,
Just all these dancers and the lights down low
And they're
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music,
Pole dancin', those half-naked girls,
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music,
A bump, a grind, and a little twirl,
Topless girls
And they're just dancing naked when the lights are low
Women prancin' all across the stage
Music's playin', they're all good to go
Wish they were dancin' in an iron cage
Well they're
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music
Pole dancin', those half-naked girls
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music,
A bump, a grind, and a little twirl
Tease me, Oh, oh, oh, tease me
No never let me touch
As they writhe and wriggle in the dark
So much strain in these pants of mine
They shout "last call" and it's the end of the night
Now it's off to see if a hooker I can find
'Cause they were
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music
Pole dancin', those half-naked girls
Pole dancin', swayin' to the music,
A bump, a grind and a little twirl
Yes, friends and neighbors... a mind is a terrible thing.
posted by SaraSmile | 4:39 PM
6 Comments:
Who says they LET me out?!?!?! (Some days, it's not even worth chewing through the restraints...)
;)
*BOL* That's a great story Sara!
Now can you picture a guy in a wheelchair pole dancing? Yup! I did it once and needless to say I made a good tip or two, I think about $2.00 (CDN) in total.
But yes, no one want sto see their supervisor pole dance ... ACK! :o
Oh, now Jay... I would pay a LOT more than $2, Canadian OR American, to see that...
That was very funny. And so elaborate!
I'm not witty enough to do that stuff at length, but one time I do remember doing a joint project like that with a friend. We were both taking a summer long metalsmithing course, and were the only girls in it. One day we changed all the words in Paul Simon's "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" with lyrics about 50 ways to hurt yourself with metalsmithing tools, of which there were QUITE a lot. "Put out your eye, Guy," was just one of the ones I remember. Ouch! Kudos to you, though -- this is much better!
I've always admired your songwriting abilities, Sara. I still crack up every time I think of the song "I'm Lookin' for a New Love", and your version, "I'm Lookin' for a new glove", and the line "You know that I knitted you..."
Well after all, I AM my mother's child...
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