I was filling up the van with gas the other day when some speakers overhead started playing that song "Do You Love Me? (Now that I can dance)."
What a goofy song. I wish so bad that a girl answered the question at the end of the song...
"You broke my heart because I couldn't dance but now I can really move... Do you love me...?"
Then the girl says something like:
"Well, I tried to let you down easy by saying I already had a boyfriend and you just kept bothering me even when I said I was washing my hair, or doing homework or hanging out with my REAL friends, so I just made up a stupid reason like, 'you can't dance.'
You are definitely clumsy and socially inept, but I couldn't care less about your dancing. You're pudgy and pasty and you live with your mom. You're Instant Message ID is "Shortcircuitjohnny5."
No way in Hell! I was trying to be nice but look what you made me do. Now Mash Potato your way out of my face."