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Pleasure Seekers
by Steve Mecca (©2002)
Traffic swarming through the concrete jungle
Waking up to the rush hour sound
Out of place in the rat race
Later, we'll head downtown
Losers go home to their wives
While we enjoy the party life
Lines cue up on a dingy street
Another place where the freakish meet
Inside, it's a different scene
Fashion victims strut and preen
Painted faces leer and pout
No idea what they're talking about
We're the pleasure seekers, can't help it, we're decadent creatures
Only come out at night, and fade away by dawn's early light
Take a trip out on the dance-floor if you need more ecstasy
Did you see that cover model? She was dancing next to me!
Eyes lock, small talk, let's take a walk
The night is young and we're gonna get crazy!
We're the pleasure seekers, can't help it, we're decadent creatures
Only come out at night, and fade away by dawn's early light
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