The strobe lights are flashing,
And the gyrating bodies on
The dance floor are sweaty,
Grinding against each other
With drunken looks in their
Eyes, hands groping where they
Shouldn't be. Giggling girls
That have ingested way too much
Alcohol than is wise tumble
And stumble about, eyelashes fluttering.
It's dark, the place not too well lit,
And the few light bulbs are flickering,
Threatening to go out at any second,
But the dancers don't care, they just continue.