Lyrics
We are not the Ruscha and it's not us
There's something else here happening
In your eyes
Everyday and at night across dancefloors
You're not what you say
So let's discuss
There's something else here happening
I realize
In every way that you're right about dancefloors
It was all more than enough
And my fair share before you
And I met out that night
Oh, yeah, yeah
Hey Sampson, and your little sister
Let's stay inside
Close the curtains and melt the plasma
With young Mickey Rourke
Some friends come by
And we're starting to roll
To the morning light
It was all more than enough
And my fair share before you
And us and how we might
Be lost in some other life
'Cause you're right about dancefloors tonight
