â© âȘ ⫠⏠Nothing the matter with your head baby, find it, come on and find it! Hail! With it, baby, 'cause you're fine, and you're mine, and you look so divine. Come and get your love. Come and get your love. â© âȘ â« âŹ
Skipper yelped out jumping up from her stool at the bar. âYou!â She pointed out at a random person, before wiggling for them to come to her. âCome on. We arenât sitting this song out! Itâs too good to pass up!â Okay, so maybe she was a few drinks deep and ready to break out her dancing shoes and now probably wasnât the place, but that didnât stop the girl from dancing towards the other.















