You're burning like I am, and you come closer, as we're swaying and touching, ignoring the other dancers, the laughter, and the smoke of the bar.
Nearly crazy with passion, I whisper, "Baby, I need you so much. I—" I stop those two other words I'm feeling, but you know, replying with a sweet, simple, "Mmmm."
Then, the song ends. I see... it's not you. Another woman. Although it's wrong, I keep holding her...staring at her.
I need her to keep being you for a little longer.