We are not the Ruscha and it's not us There’s somethin' else here happenin' in your eyes Everyday and at night across dancefloors
We are what you say So let's discuss the somethin' else here happenin' I realize in every way that you're right about dancefloors
It was all more than enough And my fairer share Before you And I met out that night
Oh, yeah
Hey Sampson, and your little sistеr? Let’s stay inside Close thе curtains and melt the plasma With young Mickey Rourke Some friends come by And we're startin' to roll To the morning light
It was all more than enough And my fairer share Before you and us And how we might be lost in some other life
