The Dance

[Verse 1] Prom night Silk satin and bad Latin two-step Lips on the porch with the school rep Degrassi generation, paint the sunset That's what your son gets tatted on his left cheek Sad 'cause his mother is a neat freak A brush and a bruise and a cheat sheet How's the view from the back in the cheap seats? Dressing to impress in a corset 'Cause her mother said her waist could afford it Her mother told her straight to report it Slip into remission with a forfeit [Refrain] A pretty little fool with a two-tone ring Somethin' ain't right when the lemonade stings But she wouldn't wanna leave, in case her song gets played [Chorus] It's the colour of recluse on your mood ring It's how the waist takes place when you're moving And it's just the kinda night where you do things It's the staring at the wall without a window It's the half-price man playing Ringo It's the fucking and the fighting in the lingo [Verse 2] Date night, pink patterns, and boys on the way Get her back for nine, so they're already late Dad meets boy with a fist to the face So there's a black eye tatted on his left cheek Which is sad 'cause his mother is a neat freak, repeat me Annie isn't okay till she's had her midweek And she dressed to impress in a five-foot train 'Cause the boy on her arm was a Trip Fontaine Runaway bride on a midnight plane They'll be comin' on right with the same last name Dressed to impress, five-foot train Boy on her arm, Trip Fontaine A runaway bride [Refrain] She's just a pretty little fool with a two-tone ring Somethin' ain't right when the lemonade stings But she wouldn't wanna leave, in case her song gets played [Chorus] It's the colour of recluse on your mood ring It's how the waist takes place when you're moving And it's just the kinda night where you do things It's the staring at the wall without a window It's the half-price man playing Ringo It's the fucking and the fighting in the lingo It's the colour of recluse on your mood ring It's how the waist takes place when you're moving It's just the kinda night where you do things It's the staring at the wall without a window It's the half-price man playing Ringo It's the fucking and the fighting in the lingo [Outro] Prom night Silk satin and bad Latin two-step Lips on the porch with the school rep Degrassi generation, paint the sunset That's what your son gets tatted on his left cheek Sad 'cause his mother is a neat freak A brush and a bruise, and a cheat sheet How's the view from the back in the cheap seats?