Matthew Simmons

It's just sort of like I want to go fast-dancing all around the room. I want to grab you by the pants and fast-dance you all around the room.
We could fast-dance ourselves left and right and up and down, and maybe you could pull it out of your pants and we could use it to steer?
My toes are literally on fire. They are blackening up, and ashy, and they are slowly burning, red-hot coal toes. Smol-der-ing.
I want to fast-dance you around the room. Grab me. Hold me by my ears. Pull hard. And yet harder.