You always arrive fashionably late So we can derive Last night was a state You get caught up In pointless debate About labels, and new trends, and fashion mistakes.
Why aren't you dancing? Get to the back! You're not even smiling! Why aren't you dancing? Get to the back! You're not even smiling!
We only wanted to be in your magazine We can't help it, we're just so sce-ene We're in the toilets, checkin' our hair Who's on the stage We don't care
Why aren't you dancing? Get to the back! You're not even smiling! Why aren't you dancing? Get to the back! You're not even smiling! Why aren't you dancing?
Glued to the railing at the front of the crowd I might tap my foot If there's no one around to see What's become of me? I've slipped after it, the enemy, Well I'm my own enemy Glued to the railing at the front of the crowd I might tap my foot If there's no one around to see What's become of me? I've slipped after it, the enemy, Well I'm my own enemy
Why aren't you dancing? Get to the back! You're not even smiling! Why aren't you dancing? Get to the back! You're not even smiling! Why aren't you dancing?