Lyrics:

Just another saturday,
The boys are dressed up fine
Think I'll wait till half past eight
To dress myself divine...
Ten-thirty, I'm in rags, a slutty look
Accompanies my questionable gaze
Through the strobe light and the gaze

Take an interest in me
Why must I beg for a drink?
Too verbose! You come too close, Sir
Please step back and think!
Thet's the trouble,
Flesh attracts the leery look
Rarely does the 'dream boy' come along
He don't exist!
A lover with the candor of a friend

I runaway, they're playing a decent
Song at last
I think I'll have to dance with Cassie
'Cause the dream boy never asks
Shuffle to the left
I kick the boy behind
To make a little room
Boogie to the right
Cassie dances madly
Like a boxing kangaroo
Her little Joey buys the drinks
He's in love more than he thinks

They know the dance too well,
The bodies heavenly
Move around the autumn sky
With measured dignity
But my Venus and my Mars
Are set to clash
The lover will lay down his sword
And swear
'He don't exist!'
A brother to me
When the chips were down

I runaway, they're playing a decent
Song at last
I think I'll have to dance with Cassie
'Cause the dream boy never asks
Shuffle to the left
I kick the boy behind
To make a little room
Boogie to the right
Cassie dances madly
Like a boxing kangaroo
Spinning on the spot
Hell do I care what I look like
When I feel this good
I'll keep on dancing
I'll keep on dancing...