Disco At The Strip Club

Come with me I hear a voice in the back of a bar on a Saturday Stranger, or danger, or angel? I don't know anyway But I'll take a chance on a good night a good time any day (Yeah) So I sit shot gun in a Chevrolet Heading to a different type of ballet Where the girls all smell like creme brulée (And the champagne's free if you pay to play) Where the boys post up and they spend a wage Of a hard week's work on a fantasy Where the dream don't die and you can escape Forever and ever Fly with your tainted wings of a dove Give into sin and stay falling up Whatever you do don't go falling in love Dancin' to disco at the strip club What's your name? To hell with it baby tomorrow I won't know anyway I'm good unattached, I rest easy, relaxed when the company Is gone by the morning cause we know that love ain't a winning game (Yeah) So I sit shot gun in a Chevrolet Heading to a different type of ballet Where the girls all smell like creme brulée (And the champagne's free if you pay to play) Where the boys post up and they spend a wage Of a hard week's work on a fantasy Where the dream don't die and you can escape, yeah Forever and ever Fly with your tainted wings of a dove Give into sin and stay falling up Whatever you do don't go falling in love Dancin' to disco at the strip club