Protest Music

Dear boy sitting in front of me
You gotta know
That I might show some love for you
But you’ll never be what he is to me
Though

Maybe one day
You’ll have the pleasure of dancing me
The way my Daddy did that night
In the garage
With the records and the dusty floor
And the neighbors wondering why
Why we’re listening to protest music
At midnight
On a Wednesday outside
And why we’re dancing
Flicking BIC lighters
Maybe one day
You’ll be lucky enough to touch my heart
The way my Daddy did that night
That night
I learned to love in a new way
That night I learned a brand new dance

So boy
There you go
I guess now you know
That I might show some love for you
But you’ll never be what he is to me
Though