Shall we dance? Or maybe just limp around? These feet are cold and beat, and strangers to the ground. the sound of the kick is arousing. the couples are sweet in their love. Tonight, we'll stagger up from the basement or fall to our d**hs from above. You've got those moves and those eyes I've got these shakes and bad breath. I've never tried that, but I know I don't like it. Or, maybe I do I'm just too weak to fight it. Where are you? I hate to let em see me crying. I'm gonna zip on my party suit and show y'all something: there ain't no such thing as strumpin' for nothing you can fly with us or hang on to the walls but the devil's takin' names when the last curtain falls