Spanky Dancing

Last week J and I went out to dinner and dancing with a couple we had met in our dance class.  Our eight-week course ended a couple of weeks ago, and we all wanted a chance to refresh our memories on the steps we learned.

The place we went to was a dance studio run by our class instructor.  Not a social hangout for the general public, just other couples who'd taken lessons.  Some were very talented; they'd been taking dance lessons for many years.

The instructor played songs on the CD player.  Some were waltz songs, others fox trot, swing, merengue and cha-cha. 

We were really enjoying ourselves when, all of a sudden, a song came on that I didn't know (It was only after we'd gotten home and I youtubed it that I learned it was a song by Madonna way back in 1990 -- guess I led a sheltered life...LOL).  The dance instructor and his partner were dancing the cha cha to it.

 

 

 

Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind,
I'll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind.
Treat me like I'm a bad girl, even when I'm being good to you,
I don't want you to thank me, you can just spank me. Mmm.

Some guys like to sweet talk, and others, they like to tease,
Tie my hands behind my back and, ooo, I'm in ecstasy.
Don't slobber me with kisses, I can get that from my sisters,
Before I get too cranky, you better...

Chorus:

Like hanky panky [hanky panky],
Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky].
Don't take out your handkerchiefs,
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky.
Like hanky panky [hanky panky],
Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky].
Don't take out your handkerchiefs,
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy.

Oooo.

Please don't call a doctor, 'cause there's nothing wrong with me,
I just like things a little rough and you better not disagree.
'Cause I don't like a big softie, [no], I like someone mean and bossy,
Let me speak to you frankly, you better...

(chorus)

Oooo, yeah.

Spoken:

What about? Yeah. That's an interesting...
Oooo.
My bottom hurts just thinking about it.

[She wants you to] Treat me like I'm a bad girl,
[She needs you to] Even when I'm being good to you.
I don't want you to thank me [Don't thank her], you better...

(chorus)

[Hanky panky] Oooh, yeah
[Good spanky] Get the picture?
[Don't wanna cry, I just wanna]

That's the way I came into this world,
The doctor said, "Lady, she's a beautiful girl."
He gave me a spanky and the doctor smiled,
So give it up, honey, 'cause I want it.
Yeah.
[Hanky panky, good spanky, don't wanna cry, I just wanna]

 

 

 

I looked at J to see if he was catching the lyrics.  I went over to him, trying to hide my giggling from everyone else.  Suddenly it felt like we might be found out.  Isn't that crazy? 

 

I looked over at our friends (who we don't know well at all; this was our first time out socially together) to see what, if any reaction they had to it.  It was hard to tell.  They weren't dancing, but they were smiling and laughing together -- maybe about something else entirely, I don't know.  But it got me to wondering..........do they?

 

I tried to get J to do the cha cha with me to the song, but he said his back was hurting a bit.

 

Dang.