Meat Me in the Disco

Girl, meat me in the disco
We can trim our branches
And dangle from the gallows of cellophane/cello frame
Bricks
Laughing in the smug walk
Looking at the traumatized ballistic
Prima-donna in the corner with a stick
Girl, be careful what you wish for
You don’t know what you give
Until it’s gone
And when it’s gone
You’ll never get it back
Again, just because you’re faithful
Doesn’t make it square or righteous
It’s just a matter of perception
Lalalala
The man tugging at me
With the degenerated facial presence
And shoulders wide
Looking for a ride
Is sliding through the park with a cynical laughter
Automobiles and scattered heels
… Miss Daisy
Everybody looks so
Everybody looks so good
Good morning, casanova
In the backseat of a choken convertible
A rolling dice between two thighs
A naked couple ride with the caramel
The war, the war
It has begun
I feel like dancing, jumping, have some fun
We are the over night collectibles
And now it’s time to feed the
We can’t let go
She’s a star
She plays piano
Bad to the bone
She’s alone
And got no places to go
If that’s me
In five years
I’ll blow my head off
But I’m not like her at all
I still got places to go
Girl, meat me in the disco
We can trim our branches
And dangle from the branches of cello-frame
Bricks
Laughing in the smug walk
And looking at the traumatized, ballistic
Prima-Donna in the corner with a stick (stick)
She’s in the corner with a stick (oh, yeah)
She’s in the corner with a stick (*giggle*)
She’s in the corner with a stick
She’s in the corner with a stick
(*giggle*)