BOY - SKIN

All day long she's waiting for the night to ask her out
To be somebody's dancer, to get lost inside a crowdThere‘s no need to talk, because the music is so loud,Till a taxi drops her back into a morning full of doubts.
You can feel like a part of something if you're part of the sceneYou can make your life look pretty out a little ice and gin,Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirinWell you can get out of this party dress but you can't get out of this skin.
His home is where his heart is at the parties that he rolls.Tells himself he can't be lonely cause he's never on his own,But all the friends he makes at night, in the morning they are gone,And he's left with his four walls, his aching head, his silent phone
You can feel like a part of something if you're part of the sceneYou can make your life look pretty out a little ice and gin,Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirinWell you can get out of this party dress but you can't get out of this skin.
All day long she's waiting for the night to ask her outTo be somebody's dancer...
You can feel like a part of something if you're part of the sceneYou can make your life look pretty out a little ice and ginWash off the make-up and prepare the aspirinWell you can get out of this party dress but you can't get out ofFeeling like you are part of something if you are part of the sceneYou can make your life look pretty out a little ice and gin,Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirinWell you can get out of this party dress but you can't get out of this...