Dancin' in the Moonlight

Some nights you just know who you are.

Dancing naked in a parking, not caring if the security cameras are watching. Not care who's watching them. Not care who's watching me; maybe I want someone to see. Maybe that's who I am.

Nevertheless, I thank you for making my dream come true. What could be better than allowing the cold air to wander around your body, to learn to know you. We should meet more often.

It's alright that you didn't dance, laughing at me is good enough. And it was pretty cold.