With the dark hair,nWith the red lines,nWith the tattoo at the base of her spinenWith the blue eyes following men(Are they following me?)nnWalkin’nBy the DJnAnd the room gets that bit smaller with each record that he playsnUntil there’s nothing but the rhythm an her smilenAn’ I say, “Maybe we could step outside a while?”nnShe says “Go fuck yourself, it’s freezing,nIt’s five AM, I think my friends an I are leavin,nCause the melodies are hurtin my eyes,nThere’s a taxi parked across the road outside…”nnAn so I’m standingnBy the back wallnAn they’re playing something off of some Peel Session by The FallnAnd there’s nobody singing along…nCept for this girl, she’s got a Misfits t-shirt on…nnAnd I watch hernAnd she sees me,nAnd by the time the record’s changed she’s brought her drink over beside menSays “I like the way you dig the way I dance…nIf I was sober, mind, you wouldn’t have a chance”nn“But let’s go fuck ourselves insane, dearnFuck the music, we both know that’s why we came herenAnd I, figure probably younWell, you’ll just have to donCause dawn’s already creeping cross the puke across the street outside”