Anything can happen as we make our way home from the club
we could both be flattened by a double decker city bus otherwise a perfect night if we're not dead before it ends
we could live forever but we'll never be this young again...
don't you worry, don't think about tomorrow morning, what's your hurry? just focus on tonight.
we could fall in love and trade this city for a change of pace, find our slice of paradise and give our babies hippie names
maybe we'll both hate each other shitty sex 'n seperate beds we could get restraining orders vow to never speak again... on second thought let's not say names, I'll just be me and you be you, two perfect strangers being sneaky with a flask of booze, no need to think of any clever pick up lines to use
i've got a stack of records you just bring your dancing shoes
tonight i'll drop the needle, pop a bottle, sit back and just watch you