4am in that ditzy queer club. Dark, humid, smelly, your black t-shirt is stuck on you with sweat, all your friends have pulled and abandoned you, everyone worth a look has paired off and fucked off to the toilets, and the guy you've been eyeing all night is snogging some retard in a corner. Face facts, take center-stage, feel the old weathered bass vibrate through you, your heart sync to the beat, let your arms go, loosen your hips, close your eyes... dance like a fucking spastic... dance on your own. and if you happen to show off a bit and hope he notices you, well, you're only human - and drunk :)
I'm givin' it my all, but I'm not the girl you're takin' home
I keep dancin' on my own
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