All day long she's waiting for the night to ask her out
To be somebodies dancer to get lost inside a crowd
But there's no need to talk because the music is so loud
Till a taxi drives her back into a morning full of doubts
 
You can feel like part of something
If you're part of the scene
You can make your life so pretty
And a little Ice and Gin
Wash off the make up and prepare the aspirin
You can get out of this party dress
But you can't get out of this skin

His home is where his heart is, at the parties that he roams
He tells himself he can't be lonely, cause he's never on his own
But all the friends he makes at night, in the morning they're all gone
And he's left with his four walls, his aching head, his silent phone

You can feel like part of something
If you're part of the scene
You can make your life so pretty
And a little Ice and Gin
Wash off the make up and prepare the aspirin
You can get out of this party dress
But you can't get out of this skin

All day long she's waiting for the night to ask her out
To be somebodies dancer~~~

You can feel like part of something
If you're part of the scene
You can make your life so pretty
And a little Ice and Gin
Wash off the make up and prepare the aspirin
You can get out of this party dress
But you can't get out of this skin