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"Bad Girl" by The Miracles,

Slow dancing with Sharon-Lee Grundy

And the natural physiology kicking in
Has me stepping cautiously

Aware of the swelling beneath my pressed chinos.

The basement of Sharon’s house in Westport

Is finished in cheap paneling with odds-and-ends

Not good enough for upstairs display. But it has

A secret little room toward the furnace with a neat,

Floral shower-curtain doorway.

That’ll be the place all the stimulated boys

Will dance toward with their girls tonight.

But it’s Sharon’s house and she's with me,

Fox-trotting slowly toward the curtain.

Sharon’s been around the block,

And moving close, aware of the situation,

Her face is glancing from cheek to cheek

To take a look.

When her face comes back, her mouth is at my ear.

Wind Song perfume evaporates from her skin,

And with Smokey high-singing: “..She made me see,

How love could be..”  we dance our way in that direction.
I'm sixteen, she's fifteen, and this is how it goes
As I dance in Westport, Massachusetts with a girl named
Sharon-Lee Grundy.