my life

All day long she's waiting for the night to ask her out
To be somebody's dancer, to get lost inside a crowd
There‘s no need to talk, because the music is so loud,
Till a taxi drops her back into a morning full of doubts.

She can feel like a part of something if she's part of the scene
She can make her life look pretty out a little ice and gin,
Washs off the make-up and prepares the aspirin
Well she can get out of this party dress but she can't get out of this skin.