it is wanderlust verse dead bolt locks on bedroom doors.
it is back and forth between Jager bottles, warm bodies and dancehalls.
whoaoh-ohohohoh
i don't need no plus one.
i want to dance in crowded rooms alone.
their faces spin like carousels of grins and frowns.
everyone out now because I don't need no plus one.
so many ways to shun me but it is in bitterness i play.
i want to lay around in arms - grinning teeth like gravestones.
whoaoh-ohohohoh
i don't need no plus one.
i want to dance in crowded rooms alone.
their faces spin like carousels of grins and frowns.
everyone out now because I don't need no plus one.
strange days recode our ones and ohs
trade off our luck for working bones
you want love?
by god you won't get it
ain't nothing on my wrists but club stamps sweety.