Just another Saturday the boys are dressed up fine
Think l´ll wait till half past eight to dress myself divine
Ten thirty, Im in rags
A slutty look accompanies my questionable gaze
Through the strobe light and the haze
Take an interest in me why must I beg for a drink?
B- E
Please step back and think
That?s the trouble flesh attracts the leery look
Rarely does the dream boy come along
He don exist. A lover with the candour of a friend
I run away they playing a decent song at last
I think I have to dance with Cassie
Cause the dream boy never asked
Shuffle to the left
I kick the boy behind to make a little room
Boogie to the right
Cassie dances madly like a boxing kangaroo
Her little Joey buys the drinks
He in love more than he thinks