I laced up my ass-kicking boots
Cranked up some bassy tunes
Poured myself a glass of Scotch
and prepared to take the night on.
Carved tribal masks pose by ZZ Top´s beard
There´s Carnival glitter on the dark side of the moon
I pick my teeth with a cocktail spear
(check you out)
I know you´ll catch this wave soon.
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