Do You Want to Play

Met her on a Friday afternoon
In a neon Day-Glo pink chiffon satin room
She never looks back
Oh, she always looked good dressed in black
Oh… you’re so special
Oh… who gives a…
Do you want to play?
She lived beneath the disco discount store
With pictures of Randy Newman scattered all across the floor
I said, «This is place looks sort of desolate»
She said, «Are you only half alive or have you always been this inarticulate?»
Oh… you’re so special
Oh… who gives a…
Oh
Do you want to play?
Do you want to play?
Oh
Don’t think too hard, don’t think too fast
Don’t ever give away what you can’t take back
Don’t try and understand what you can’t comprehend
Underneath the disco neon daylight chandelier disco deity of the chivalry
I said, «Take it back, take it back, take it back»
Oh… you’re so special
Oh… who gives a…
Oh
Oh
Do you want to…
Oh… you’re so special
Oh
Oh
Who give a…
Do you want to play?