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No talking on the dance floor


They danced the night away
Proclaimed undying love on the dance floor that day
Deep house got them in a trance
She had never felt so much romance
She was 17 and he was 24
But there's no talking on the dance floor
She wanted to leave but he wanted more
Dj mixing like never before
She says I have to go
He says its 3.30 stay till 4
And there's no talking on the dance floor


They danced the night away
He twisted her arm on the dance floor that day
Green bottles got the best of her in a way
She fell in love on the dance floor that day
She fell for his lies and a lot more that day
She couldn't see her friends anywhere
He said where do you stay I'll take you there
But there's no talking on the dance floor
So he said lets move closer to the door
They got one last drink from the bar
Because he was taking her home in his fancy car


He played that song in the car once more
Made them feel like their on the dance floor
The road didn't look familiar anymore
She tried to tell him
But he said shh… there's no talking on the dance floor
As they walked up the stairs hand in hand
She staggered and realized she could hardly stand
Laughed it off and sang that song again
He said are you ok there's just one more floor
She smiled and whispered
There's no talking on the dance floor


He carried her the rest of the way
And into his flat and offered a drink she said I'm ok
He played that song and they started dancing again
She felt he was her night in shining armor
The one who took her pain away
They started kissing had that song on repeat
They made what she thought was sweet love to a deep house beat
He went down on her and even kissed her feet
Her attempt to ask if he had a rubber before the score
Were silenced by his finger on her lips and….
There's no talking on the dance floor


He struggled to get it in but she was willing
She felt the pain but couldn't ignore the feeling
She wanted him and he wanted her
So they let the necessary occur
They danced the night away
She lost her virginity that way
The way he moved and touched her brought them to climax
Her innocence and inexperience reminded him of his ex
Or should I say his last conquest
But there no talking on the dance floor


As he took her to the taxi rank in the morning
He said he was late for work and would call her
You would think she had bruised knees
The many times she fell for his lies
As she turned to kiss him
She took what was to be the last stare into his deceitful eyes
All she ever got from the man she thought cared
Was a beautiful baby boy, twenty rand taxi fare
And a cd of that beautiful song
That made everything seem right that was just so wrong
This is how she lost everything her parents had worked for
But there's no talking on the dance floor.

Written by Lesley Masenya

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