Twist

I get invited to a party, by the girl’s mom, not really thinking I’ll enjoy, except as part of a larger ploy. I take some Claritin D before I go, hoping that the mild buzz will keep me content with a smile to show. I get there, I know only a few people, and I don’t really like them anyway, so I text the jerk who's got nothing nice to say.
Next thing I know he walks in the room, something exciting and terribly inviting. My brain screaming something, but I can’t hear it, Claritin D won’t let me near it. He tells me to skate, I tell him no, but before I know it, I’m getting ready to go. We’re suddenly skating and flirting real bad, I don’t feel angry or terribly mad. It’s getting more heated, I fall against the wall, carpet burns suck but this doesn’t at all.
He wants to ask me out, this much I can tell, the question becomes if he finally will. His friends are encouraging, I’m growing nervous, he's doing my ego a tremendous service. I remember the Leigh you threw in my lap, and now I'm wondering who's really the sap.
He tells me it’s fine, he knows a girl who dates younger, but can I overstep this boundary for a such forbidden hunger? Sweet little temptation, how close you did come, but in the end I’ll finally run. I forgot to text the jerk right back, he tells me he might be cooling on a jail rack. I really don’t care, it’s not a big deal, oh but little minor how strangely I feel.
The ego boost is here, that jerk’s not the only one, too bad this night is over before it was done. For all of my pains, rug burns and skates, I guess to have fun were our destined fates. Forbidden secret, will you get out, on top of every mountain will you be shout. Let the jerk hear it, I’ll gladly encourage, and for another girlfriend he’ll might have to forage.