anything can happen   as we make our way   home from the club      we could both be flattened   by a double decker city bus   otherwise a perfect night   if we're not dead before it ends      we could live forever   but we'll never get   this chance again...      don't you worry,   don't think about   tomorrow morning,   what's your hurry?   just focus on tonight.      we could fall in love   and trade this city   for a change of pace,   find our slice of paradise   and give our babies hippie names      maybe we'll both hate each other   shitty sex 'n seperate beds   we could get restraining orders   vow to never speak again...   on second thought let's not say names,   I'll just be me and you be you,   two perfect strangers being sneaky   with a flask of booze,   no need to think of any clever   pick up lines to use      i've got a stack of records   you just bring your dancing shoes      tonight i'll drop the needle,   pop a bottle, sit back and just watch you