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i can't dance cause the club's too full. don't understand cause the dj's dull. showed up at half past ten, now my life can begin again. get a drink, chew on wine. so i serve to the end of the line. i look around and all i see is, everyody is staring at me. could it be my gucci shoes. could it be my new hairdo. could it be my prada pants. or could it be that you don't have a chance. see a fan from across the club. walked over and shoulder rubbed. talk about that we don't care and that we both don't wanna be there. small talk used to make me ill. that's all changed now i'm on paxil. she is sweet but i cannot trust me. look around and they're staring at us, so. could it be my couture clothes. could it be my brand new nose. could it be my model's pose. or could it be all the people i know. it's four am and i'm kinda drunk. gotta be at work at seven o'clock. i get home and lay in bed. and thoughts of me lie in my head. like how i danced, and how i moved. how i looked, and how i stirred. all the things that i said. the awful things that i'll regret.