Strobe lights, sweat, and cigarette smoke Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt Synth onslaught, the rhythm is coursing Through my bloodstream Striking every cell with A sweet carelessness I’m dizzy… ish, swaying Not exactly sure if it’s The skull rattling bass Or maybe the tequila martinis Thump, thump, thump I almost mistake it For your hearbeat And how it raced under my hands Dark jeans and a white shirt Drenched The aftermath of too many dances Who gave you the right To look so damn good Und