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Near the pinball machine that turns green
Which turns red
I dance alone
Just for the pleasure of dancing
I wiggle my hips
It's like a moving target
On the small of my back
Men's gaze is fixed

I like sordid corners
I like dives
I like bars
I like smoky bars
I wiggle my hips
It's like a moving target
I take a malicious pleasure
In lighting them up

I walk on Coke
While the others walk on red

After a while
They all start to stagger
I wiggle my hips
It's like a moving target
And it's not rare
For it to end up in a fight

Near the pinball machine that turns green
Which turns red
I dance alone
Just for the pleasure of dancing
I wiggle my hips
It's like a moving target
Hi Guys
I'll be back Friday night