So you're on the prowl wondering whether she left already or not
Leather jacket, collar popped like antenna
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 [bad word] 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 the gut of going [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on
Number one party anthem
She's a certified mind blower,
Knowing full well that I don't
May suggest there's somewhere
From which you might know her
Just to get the ball to roll
 [bad word] monologues, confused because
It's not like I'm falling in love
I just want you to do me no good
And you look like you could [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on
Number one party anthem [bad word] on [bad word] on [bad word] on
Before the moment's gone
Number one party anthem
The look of love - [bad word] of blood
The "She's with me" - the Gallic [bad word] 
The shutterbugs - the Camera Plus

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