So you're on the prowl wondering whether she left already or not
Leather jacket, collar popped like Cantona
Never knowing when to stop
Sunglasses indoors, par for the course
Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls
Cages and poles
Call off the search for your soul
Or put it on hold again
She's having a sly indoor smoke
And she calls the folks
Who run This her oldest friends
Sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes
As all the signals are sent
Her eyes invite you to approach
And it seems as though those lumps in your throat
That you just swallowed have got you going
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Number one party anthem
which
though
swallowed
those
sunglasses
suggest
somewhere
smoke
shrug
seems
white
search
poles
popped
drink
party
confused
dodge
cubicles
course
oldest
colour
certified
could
monologues
camera
knowing
collar
calls
anthem
wondering
already
blood
approach
sweat
indoors
again
might
because
having
blower
cantona
black
prowl
going
cages
drunken
whether
jokes
falling
floors
sipping
never
folks
friends
walls
signals
gallic
before
indoor
house
invite
jacket
imaginary
laughing
leather
throat
lumps
lights
number
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