Texty: Pansy Division. Anonymous.

Crowded night, rock and roll bar
The band is playing loud with roaring guitars
The crowd is dancing madly, slamming in the pit
I´m rubbing shoulders with a guy
I´d love to rub more with
I´m dancing gleefully at the edge of the fray
Here he comes again, in a ricochet my way
Bodies packed together in a tight fit
He swings his around and i´m grabbing it
Going one on one
Guys won´t accept your touch
But they will gradly take it
When it´s anonymous
He lingers long enough to feel my hand on his ass
I grabbed his dick a couple times as he bounced
Past

He keeps returning to the spot where I stand
I´m sure by now he knows that´s another guy´s
Hand
Then he bumped into me and yanked my crotch
Real hard
As he danced away, I was so turned on
I tried to flirt with him before he left the club
He just looked blank at me, he didn´t want to
Know
A guy had made him hot, but he would not admit
Face to face that he was getting off on it
To cop a feel, a sneaky kind of joy
A moment of connection with another boy