One week ago she wouldn't have missed one wednesday night for

All the gold that you're holdin in your hands

Now these discos make her sad

She only goes to check her bag and bring it back into her

Southside hardwood floor apartment

Stashed in the battery pack of her boombox

The dancefloor looks like normandy, the smoke, the foam, the misery

Everyone lined up against the wall

The bathroom looks like wounded knee, the bloodshed and the exctasy

Everyone was crowded in the stall

Department stores go on for miles

And the retail chicks, they always smile

The new perfume counter girl tears apart my world

Southside hardwood floor apartment

Stuck in the cut that you made in your mattress

The dancefloor looks like normandy, the smoke, the foam, the misery

Everyone lined up against the wall

The bathroom looks like wounded knee, the bloodshed and the exctasy

Everyone was crowded in the stall

One week ago she wouldn't have missed, she saw juanita blow a kiss

Saw the dj blow a fuse, she slips the shade inside her shoes