all day long she's waiting for the night to ask her out
to be somebody's dancer, to get lost inside a crowd
There's no need to talk, cu'z the music is too loud
'till the taxi drops het back into the morning full of doubts

you can feel like part of something if you re part of a scene
you can make your life look pretty out 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.

BOY