A city girl with a country heart. I write about line dancing, pancakes, and the occasional soldier. But only if he can two-step.
and you walk up front to hear one of the advanced dances starting

and I’m preppin’ myself like

and the next dance is our favorite

but then two dances in it’s like

and I miss some of my favorite dances, I’m like

but somebody compliments you anyway, it’s like

even songs you usually hate make you really excited like

everyone else looks at me like

and I’m just like

finally comes out of her shell and starts shaking her hips and breaking hearts, and you’re just like
