Um pedido de desculpas dançante

I come stumbling in after a wild night with the girls expecting you to be in bed, but there you are, wide awake and waiting for me. Are you mad at me for being noisy? Oh, I'm sorry! I was just listening to some music and having a little dance. Why don't I carry on dancing? You love me dancing. I think that sounds like a plan, don't you? Let me pick out a good song and I'll dance and strip my apology to you. What do you say?