All day long she's waiting for the night to ask her out,
to be somebodys dancer, to get lost inside a crowd.
There's no need to talk, because the musik is so loud,
until a taxi drops her back into a morning full of doubts.
You can feel like a part of something,
You can make your life look pretty out a little ice and gin,
wash of the make-up and prepare the aspirin,
well you can get out of this party dress,
but you can't get out of your skin.
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