confidence built up
ready for the approach
eyes make contact
before a single word is spoke
you keep your composure
as you step up to the plate
butterflies playing chase inside
cause your ego is at stake
with a light touch of the arm
the question is asked
“would you like to dance”
as your heart starts to beat fast
your answered with a quick look over
followed by a heavy sigh
back turned abruptly to you 
without a single reply
your temperature rises
with the feeling that all eyes are on you
watching you get shot down
by this lady dressed in all FUBU
directionless you leave the scene
finding a dark corner to stand in
trying to salvage what pride you have left
as you proceed to sip on your Heineken.
man oh man
it’s just one of those things
that always seem to happen
at the club scene