I just can't stand it,

I'm itching to play.

My feet want to dance,

But I cant today.

It's Friday night,

The mall is packed,

The stores are full,

The lines are stacked.

The DDR machine is busy

With guys much better at it.

It's one after the other,

All I can do is watch and sit.

I trudge back to Waldenbooks,

I just won't get a chance.

Ill have to come another day

To get a turn to dance.

A/N: I know, short, but more comes to me when I get to play the game.