Lounge
He don't remember, how it got there
It had a number, written on his forearm
It spelled disaster
All hoping, all hoping for dancing
He was looking, and looking stunning
His clothes reflected light, all right
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 read 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
Lounge
Ele não se lembra, como foi parar ali
Tinha um número, escrito no seu antebraço
Era um sinal de desastre
Todos esperando, todos esperando pra dançar
Ele estava olhando, e estava deslumbrante
Suas roupas refletiam a luz, tudo certo
Ela estava, ela estava no banco de trás
O carro era luxuoso, mas não tinha aquecimento
E não, ninguém estava corando
A técnica deles era tão perfeita
Tudo certo, e!
Ele leu a nota na luz negra
Ele achou que lia mentes e não estava certo
Aquela frase ainda o fazia parecer charmoso
Suas roupas brilhavam, brilhavam