She Said I Am The One Who Will Dance on The Floor in The Round

We have a 1980’s synthesizer love
Brown-eyed thriller zombies passing diner milkshakes
There are books to tell you what teeth are for
Books to carry home from school
Like tube sock walks and large black sunglasses
We are a tribute to hand holding
Living in one perfect day with no past
And a fluorescent color future
We’ll flirt in glances all through class
And the professor says “Bite marks
Were a sign of peace in this tribe”
Our love defined the lemming craze
And our looks changed with cans of Coke
Like one part fabric softener one part fading black denim
I’ll do one better than the poets
I’ll put her name in concrete
Then guard it with a broken bottle
Our love is dewy grass and a stereo held head high
Yelling “I love you!”
And we’ll smile to moon walks
Telling each other “She thinks I am the one”