I felt an explosion go off in my pants, so I raced to toilet to perform a dance.
This dance you see isn’t like the most, it’s quite on the nose and a little bit gross.
You walk or run to the nearest throne, and you don’t need a partner just do it alone.
Once inside leap through the air and spin, planting your cheeks on the shiny fecal bin.
I call this dance the toxic waltz, some toxic moves for a toxic assault.