washington square
correspondents, the
your best friend asked if i am straight or gay
i can understand the question when i dance this way
some other little something might be coming your way
a little while later and up you slide
i'm making moves on the side
i've got to impress her with my mating routine
show her something no new yorker will have ever seen
so i pull out the peacock knees of surprise
she laughs and tells me that i sprayed sweat in her eyes
she puts her hand on my back and says wow you're hot
it's as clear as the ice melting in my glass
there was no need for questions to be asked