Will We Talk?

Blue Monday
 Blaring loudly out the speakers
 Fluorescent liquid in his beaker
 Another night they've gone too far
 She said
 "I don't usually do this kind of thing
 Does it change the way you think of me?"
 Thinking isn't his forte
 And she said
 "If you dance with me, darling
 If you take me home
 Will we talk in the morning?"
 They leave
 Weave around the night's commotion
 And dodge a Mexican standoff
 And catch a cab back to his flat
 There's no romance
 Sprawled out across the couch
 Can't even make his fucking face out
 An age old ritual
 And she said
 "If you dance with me, darling
 If you take me home
 Will we talk in the morning?"
 Sometimes, I close my eyes
 And sometimes, I see you're fine
 She said
 "If you dance with me, darling
 If you take me home
 Will we talk in the morning?"