ANATOLE SERRET — Club Crush EP

A 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