I can tell by your eyes that you're already bored

Cause you're scanning for exits and curing the lord

And the company's not who you'd wished it would be

But can't you lower your standards for me



I know that you're used to an orbit of stars

Men who finish your sentences and glow in the dark

When you survey the room and don't like what you see

Could you lower your standards for me



This party is big, but it ain't big enough

For clowns and cowards and scoundrels like us

But I think that the janitor's closet is free

If you'll lower your standards

If you'll lower your standards

If you'll lower your standards for me