Can't go out, sweet loneliness So I zone out and dream things like Izzy does her hair and nails Hoping for a fairy tale Empty bottles, empty shelves Now my bedroom feels like jail
Stay out all night Your friends say alright I hope someone's into me You finally feel home Just dancing alone It's already half past three
Talk to me Talk to me After all this alcohol Talk to me Talk to me La da da da da Talk to me Talk to me Dancing halls and disco balls Talk to me Talk to me La da da da da
Can't go out see everything It's not always bad dreams Dance, oh, dance light up the floor One more shot or maybe four Mirror, mirror, what's my chance? Will you show me to the door
Stay out all night Your friends say alright I hope someone's into me You finally feel home Just dancing alone It's already half past three
Talk to me Talk to me After all this alcohol Talk to me Talk to me La da da da da Talk to me Talk to me Dancing halls and disco balls Talk to me Talk to me La da da da da
Talk to me Talk to me After all this alcohol Talk to me Talk to me La da da da da Talk to me Talk to me Dancing halls and disco balls Talk to me Talk to me La da da da da
Compositores: Nicholas Durocher, James William Connor Riddell (Connor Riddell) ECAD: Obra #41725770