White Funky Groove

Two, three, four

I had a drink

At quarter past four

You walked in, it seems

As I walked out the door

And you stood, staring blankly

So I made my first move

And I started to dance

To this very white funky groove

And as the tempo got faster

My heart matched the speed

But then I woke up to find

It was all just a dream

And now I'm dreaming

'Till you come back

I'm tweaking out and taking frequent naps

I'd hibernate if thats the only way that you would ever come back