Shoulders and hips, boys
Shoulders and hips


So let it hit like it's supposed to babe
You know the evening is a hell of a drug
Treat the rhythm like its a secret babe
I'm a try my best to try to cover it up
It sounds like "turn out the lights relax and float downstream”
Takes you till 22 to understand what that even begins to mean

And now you know
I'm not going home
I’m feeling it like I’m the only one
No
I'm not going home
I wanna hear a little horse play a little trombone

Out of the suburbs with a strange ambition
To warp the definition of feeling alive
Feeling like an amateur at a track meet
Top speed barely enough to fall behind

I consider this a game of distance
And if that's the case it's just a matter of time
I'll keep humming in the hopes of a megaphone
Sharpening the edges of these dreams of mine
And I’m a-sing
I'm not going home
Keep feeling it like I'm the only one
Oh
I'm not going home
Somebody Please!