one week ago she wouldn't have missed one wednesday 
night for 
all the gold that you're holdin in your hands
now these discos make her sad
she only goes to check her bag and bring it back into 
her
southside hardwood floor apartment
stashed in the battery pack of her boombox

the dancefloor looks like normandy, the smoke, the 
foam, the misery
everyone lined up against the wall
the bathroom looks like wounded knee, the bloodshed and 
the exctasy
everyone was crowded in the stall

and the retail chicks, they always smile
the new perfume counter girl tears apart my world
southside hardwood floor apartment
stuck in the cut that you made in your mattress

the dancefloor looks like normandy, the smoke, the 
foam, the misery
everyone lined up against the wall
the bathroom looks like wounded knee, the bloodshed and 
the exctasy
everyone was crowded in the stall

one week ago she wouldn't have missed, she saw juanita 
blow a kiss
saw the dj blow a fuse, she slips the shade inside her 
shoes