All the smooth talkers in town are having a field night.
They're smoking cigarettes out back, looking good in dim light.
All the girls I thought I knew are vibing to The Smiths.
I start to feel like Johnny Marr, and so I sing like this:
"Woah oh, woah woah woah woah"
But then I see I've made a fool of myself
I put down my glass and walk home.
I guess I've lost all of my senses.
"Woah oh, woah oh no no."
How lucky losers sometimes are, finding someone new
You both share your favorite bands, and why you hate them, too.
Her song starts playing on the floor, she grabs the back of your head
I can't dance to Morrissey, so I'll sing instead:
"Woah oh, woah woah woah woah"
But then I see I've made a fool of myself
I put down my glass and walk home.
I guess I've lost all of my senses.
"Woah oh, woah oh no no."
