Modest Mouse Lounge Lyrics

He don't remember, how it got there
her number, on his forearm
spelled disaster
He entered the club scene
All hoping, all hoping for dancing
He was lookin' a'lookin' so stunned
His clothes reflected light, all right! She
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 d___ right
All right, and!
He read the note in the black light
He thought he read minds but was not right
That line still made him seem charming
His clothes were shining, shining