Lacking the lust of transit
Midtempo-inspired decor
The guests sip, sip champagne
They always ask for more
Hysteria has come about
All upon the floor
He think he’s so bad
Calls himself hardcore
But I know what
Is really beneath
Whatever you give
Returns through sharp teeth
And he liked me polished
And he loved his bad posture
But with prevarication like that
I wouldn’t even bother
