Anyone can dance, with enough alcohol. [She grins mischievously, though she's ignoring the point that she's sober right now.]
You just clear your cup, wait for the right song, and then--- [Ah! The chorus!]
You can dance! You can jive! Have the time of your life! [Uh oh. Is she. Approaching him? And trying to grab his wrist and pull him away from the wall? Yeah, she is.]
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You just clear your cup, wait for the right song, and then--- [Ah! The chorus!]
You can dance!
You can jive!
Have the time of your life! [Uh oh. Is she. Approaching him? And trying to grab his wrist and pull him away from the wall? Yeah, she is.]