Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Yeaah!
As Usher blasted from the sound system, Becca was delighted to see a whole new side of Jameson. He danced with confidence, a sardonic grin etched on his face. Sassy and Paul glided over.
Paul said, “Uh-oh. Ladies, please avert your eyes from this young man because he’s about to light it up. Last time I saw that glint in his eyes the results weren’t pretty.”
Jameson quietly worked himself into a dancing frenzy. Before they knew it the entire party had circled around him, egging him on as he did the worm. Sliding rhythmically across the ground on his belly, he was the life of the party. And, for once, he relished it.
My outfit’s ridiculous, In the club lookin’ so conspicuous.
And Rowl! These women all on the prowl, if you hold the head steady I’m a milk the cow. Forget about the game I’m a spit the truth, I won’t stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
“You’re having way too much fun.” Becca laughed. “But two can play at this game.”