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I can't dance 'cause the clubs too full don't understand cause the DJ's dull I showed up at half past ten now my life can begin again I get a drink to unwind so I slip to the end of the line I look around and all i see is everybody is staring at me Could it be my Gucci shoes? Could it be my new hair-do? Could it be my Prada pants? or could it be that you don't have a chance? I see a friend across the club who walking over and sholder rub Talk about that we don't care and why we both don't want to be there Small talk used to make me ill that's all changed now im on paccil She is sweet but I cannot trust We look around and they're staring at us Could it be my couture clothes? Could it be my brand new nose? Could it be my model's pose? Letras de cancionesor could it be all the people I know? It's 4 A.M. and I'm kinda drunk gotta be at work by 7 o'clock I get home and lay in bed and thoughts of me flash through my head like how I danced and how I moved how I looked and how I stood All the things that I said the awful things that i regret From Letras Mania