Fergilicious

"No, no, no, no. Don't funk with my heart!"
Fergie is in my living room. 
She's not actually, but a street dancing troupe begins right below my open window.
He sees me watching him from above and smirks, staring. I stare back at those perfect abs that he knows too well are his own.
But this time, he is the dancing monkey in the middle of the street. Not me. This time, I get to be the bystander.
Dance for me Paris. I'll watch.