Was I that cliché
In red lights, hazy green.
The image of you and me
we were the dancing queen

You and me, beside the dance floor
You tell me to smile more
I’m on the bathroom floor
Was it me? Overkill? (Was it me? Was it me?)

Red lights, green lights.
The theme was “Are you single tonight?”
Light jokes you make of it
Then came asking
Was I mad at your yellow?
I don’t know, are you mad at me?

Red light was what I give.
Kiss on the lips, you wanted more
behind locked door
begging king, dancing queen

Tomorrow rendezvous
You and I, hotel floor
You understand no more

No, it’s not on prom night
But might as well be.
I understand no more.
Was I in red, or forest green?
I’ve seen these scenes before
****** up on the night.
Cliché, that I am
Stupid, that I feel.