[Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman

Maybe he won’t find out what I know

You were the last good thing

We’re going down, down in an earlier round

And sugar, we’re goin’ down swinging

Dance, dance, we’re falling apart to halftime

Dance, dance, and these are the lives you’d love to lead

Dance, this is the way they’d love

If they knew how misery loved me

This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race

This ain’t a scene, it’s a goddamn arms race

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren’t so great

He tastes like you, only sweeter

Growing up, growing up]