Anticipation has the habit to set you up For disappointment in evening entertainment but Tonight there'll be some love Tonight there'll be a rawkus, regardless of what's gone before
I bet that you look good on the dance floor I don't know if you're looking for romance or... Don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis Everything's in order in a black hole Nothing seems as pretty as the past though That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco Remember when he used to be a rascal?
You are the fugitive, But you don't know what you're running from, You cant kid us, And you couldn't trick anyone, Houdini, love you don't know what you're running away from
Your pasttimes consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I loved that little game you had called "Crying Lightning" And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
I saw your sister in The Cornerstone on the phone to the middle man When I saw that she was on her own I thought she might understand She was close, well you couldn't get much closer She said, "I'm really not supposed to, but, yes, you can call me anything you want"
Topless models doing semaphore Wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored Illuminations on a rainy day When she walks, her footsteps sing a reckless serenade
Suck it and see you never know Sit next to me before I go Jigsaw women with horror movie shoes Be cruel to me cause I'm a fool for you
When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked When you waltz around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste And your knee socks
Are you mine?
Are you mine? (I just wanna be yours) Are you mine? (I just wanna be yours) Are you mine? (Wanna be yours)