Anatole Serret
Club Crush EP

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Hydrangea
2A double take, an awkward smile, my cheeks begin to blush
When from the dance floor my eyes lock with those of my club crush
A person I don’t recognise a figure floating there
But to a luster, love can muster almost anywhere
A quick exchange of broken words plays out between my ears
Should I approach them or will then the magic disappear
The bass begins to growl at me, the snare begins to bark
Who am I to you except a stranger in the dark
Will my adoration meet an elated response
Or is this not the place for a romantic renaissance
And with that thought I feel my body pulled into a trance
I think I’d best forget it close my eyes and start to dance


