Don't you look at me and think you've got a chance
A tank-topped, muscled-boy can never show romance
Cause I will move along to the dance floor bodies
And you can stay and watch as you do with movies as I dance
A tank-top seeked my eyes as well the other night
I let him touch my razorblade and sent him off to die
No regrets at all moved to dance floor mass
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