He didn't remember
How it got there
He had a #
written on his forearm
It spelled disaster
He entered the clubscene
All hoping, all hoping for dancing
He was lookin' a'lookin so stunning
his clothes reflected light.
She sat, she sat in the backseat
the car was plush but had no heat
and no not no one was blushing
their technique was so damn right
All right and!
He heard the note in the black light
he thought he read minds and was not right
That line still made him seem charming
His clothes were shining, shining.