Dancing With My Worst Idea

My friends said, "Girl,

don't even look"

I said, "Relax, I'm just reading the book"

Then he walked over with that stupid grin

And I thought,

well, here we go again

He said, "You look like trouble tonight"

I said, "Honey, you've got that backwards,

alright?"

My phone lit up with a warning from Claire I turned it

face down and fixed my hair

I know the signs,

I know the score

I've seen this movie twice before

But the DJ's playing something good

And I'm doing what I probably shouldn't

I'm dancing with my worst idea

Spinning like I don't know better

Every red flag's waving at me But he looks good in that

leather

Oh, I know, I know,

I know Tomorrow's gonna have a lot to say

But tonight's got a beat I like

And I'm dancing with my worst idea

He ordered champagne,

pronounced it wrong

Said he wrote poetry,

quoted a song

Told me he was "kind of famous online"

I said, "Congratulations, so's a porcupine"

He laughed so hard he nearly fell

I thought, okay, he's funny as well

And somewhere between the chorus and two

I started thinking one dance might turn into two

My common sense is at the bar

Trying to remember where I parked my car I promised Claire I'd

be home by ten

It's eleven-thirty — whoops,

again

For the record, I am not confused

I'm just temporarily entertained

There's a difference, thank you very much And I'll explain it someday

I'm dancing with my worst idea

Laughing like I know no better

Every red flag's waving at me And I still like that stupid

leather Oh, I know,

I know, I know Tomorrow's gonna have a lot to say

But tonight's got a beat I like

And I'm dancing with my worst idea

Claire's gonna kill me.