Backfire at the Disco

It's eight o'clock and I'm feeling fine
 I'm out on a date tonight in a candlelit restaurant down by the riverside
 Everything's going all right, I guess
 She took down my number and home address
 Everything was going perfectly until
 It backfired at the disco, she slapped me at the disco
 I did something I'll never forget
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 It was a chat-up line built not to impress
 More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress
 My wires crossed like they've never done before
 Well, it's three o'clock and I'm feeling shite
 I'm going home alone tonight
 Everything was going perfectly until
 It backfired at the disco, she slapped me at the disco
 I did something I'll never forget
 It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco
 I made a move when it was well out of context
 (One, two, three, four)
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 Well, it backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco
 Yeah, it backfired at the disco, when you slapped me at the disco
 Yeah, it backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco
 Yeah, it backfired at the disco, when you slapped me at the disco