Just another Saturday the boys are dressed up fine Think l´ll wait till half past eight to dress myself divine Ten thirty, Im in rags A slutty look accompanies my questionable gaze Through the strobe light and the haze Take an interest in me why must I beg for a drink? B- Too verbose you come too close, Sir Please step back and think That?s the trouble flesh attracts the leery look Rarely does the dream boy come along He don exist. A lover with the candour of a friend I run away they playing a decent song at last I think I have to dance with Cassie Cause the dream boy never asked 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 in love more than he thinks