Blue Monday Blarin' loudly out the speakers Fluorescent liquid in his beaker Another night they've gone too far She said "I don't usually do this kind of thing Does it change the way you think of me?" Thinking isn't his forte And she said "If you dance with me, darling If you take me home Will we talk in the morning?" They leave Weave around the night's commotion And dodge a Mexican standoff And catch a cab back to his flat There's no romance Sprawled out across the couch Can't even make his fucking face out An age old ritual And she said "If you dance with me, darling If you take me home Will we talk in the morning?" Sometimes I close my eyes And sometimes, I see you're fine She said "If you dance with me, darling If you take me home Will we talk in the morning?"