All day long she´s waiting for the night to ask her out
To be somebody´s dancer, to get lost inside a crowd
There´s no need to talk, because the music is so loud,
Till a taxi drops her back into a morning full of doubts.

You can feel like a part of something if you´re part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty out a little ice and gin,
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well 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 rolls.
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 are gone,
And he´s left with his four walls, his aching head, his silent phone

You can feel like a part of something if you´re part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty out a little ice and gin,
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well 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 somebody´s dancer...

You can feel like a part of something if you´re part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty out a little ice and gin
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can´t get out of
Feeling like you are part of something if you are part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty out a little ice and gin,
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can´t get out of this...