All day long shes waiting for the night to ask her out To be somebodys dancer, to get lost inside a crowd Theres no need to talk, because the music is so loud, Till a taxi drives her back into a morning full of doubts. You can feel like a part of something if youre part of the scene You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin, Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin Well you can get out of this party dress but you cant get out of this skin. His home is where his heart is at the parties that he roams. He tells himself he cant be lonely cause hes never on his own, But all the friends he makes at night, in the morning they are gone, And hes left with his four walls, his aching head, his silent phone You can feel like a part of something if youre part of the scene You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin, Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin Well you can get out of this party dress but you cant get out of this skin. All day long shes waiting for the night to ask her out To be somebodys dancer... You can feel like a part of something if youre part of the scene You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin Well you can get out of this party dress but you cant get out of Feeling like you are part of something if you are part of the scene You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin, Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin Well you can get out of this party dress but you cant get out of this...
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 15:24:35 +0000