lost in a middle of a yuppie's party

look at all these fuckers dancing around

i'm certainly not feeling good but it's a

funny way to ease my soul

and now you're softly coming down on me 

with a flower in your hair

the whole world could melt i don't care

because i think i like you


and now we're stepping outside with your hand in mine

drinking far too much to realize

speaking useless words just to hear our voices

faintly smiling back to everything

i am sitting next to you at the back of a car

a one night trip to the moon

the whole world could melt i don't care

because i think i like you

your smile is a commercial food

your smile is a commercial food

your smile is a commercial food

your smile is a commercial food