Last Chance for Romance at the Fathter Daughter Dance.

Am I over-thinking this?

I recently took my daughter to her school's annual "Father Daughter Dance." A fun time was had by all. (It's fun to mock the few ugly dresses, as well as the high school girls wearing baby doll nighty-style dresses with four inch 'come fuck me pumps'--do their parents realize their daughters look like pregnant whores?)

Excuse me, I digress.

The point of this blog is the music. The band was really good. And the crowd was really getting into it.

But I just could not. You see, I have a brain. And, occasionally, I use it--along with my ears. And I was creeped out by some of the song lyrics. You see, I don't think a "Father Daughter Dance" should be anyone's "last chance for romance" and I certainly do not want to "do a little dance, make a little love" and "get down tonight" with my daughter. The first one, sure. The third one, maybe (depends on what you mean by 'get down'). The second one? No way.

My question to you, gentle reader (not that anyone reads this blog, as far as I know), is: Am I over-thinking this?