He don't remember, how it got there
  It had a number, written on his forearm
  It spelled disaster
  All hoping, all hoping for dancing
  He was looking, and looking stunning
  His clothes reflected light, all right
  She sat, she sat in the backseat
  The car was plush but had no heat
  And no not no one was blushing
  Their technique was so damn right
  All right, and!
  He read the note in the black light
  He thought he read minds and was not right
  That line still made him seem charming
  His clothes were shining, shining