Lounge - Modest Mouse

He don't remember how it got there

He had a number written on his forearm

It spelled disaster

He entered the club scene

All hoping, all hoping for dancing

He was looking, a'looking so stunning

His clothes reflected light, all right

She sat, she sat in the backseat

The car was plush but had no hea

And no, not no one was blushing

Their technique was so damn right, all right

And he read the note in the black light

He thought he read minds and was not right

That line still made him seem charming

His clothes were shining, shining