A city girl with a country heart. I write about line dancing, pancakes, and the occasional soldier. But only if he can two-step.
so I haven’t two-stepped all night, at first I’m like


but there are a bunch of drunk girls blocking your escape route, it’s like

and you walk up front to hear one of the advanced dances starting

some girls are like

and I’m just like

and some drunk guy won’t take the hint, it’s like

and I’m preppin’ myself like

but I know I’m fabulous

and the next dance is our favorite

but then two dances in it’s like
