At 17, either be a 'Dancing Queen', or learn the truth that love is meant for beauty queens and high school girls with clear skin smiles.
It's not a tough choice.
Can't even get into a club at 17! Unless, of course, you're me and sneaking in with a fake ID and distracting cleavage and it's the '90s so nobody gives a shit
Oh, goodness me. Now you've done it. Some guy just showed up and, "I am the Lord of the Dance," says he. He says he'll lead us all, wherever we may be. But then right after that, some other bloke says, "Me and my Wife are the Lord of the Dance," and everything is going to hell.
A hereditary Dancing Queen, but with executive power exercised by her Dancing government, in a bicameral Dancing parliament within a unitary Dancing constitutional democracy. Simple as.
In addition to not being young, the Dancing Queen should not be sweet. We need the steely nerve of a brassbound bitch to lead us in these trying times.
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It's not a tough choice.
Are you still free?
The people should be selecting their own Dancing President
Tap dances sadly away....
#truthovernarrative
Would you foist rhythm upon them?
It does open the field up to a King Ralph type situation though, if there's that few of them left.
You can chives
Halving the time of your life