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Thursday, January 05, 2006
 
Expanded Lyrics

"Hey, baby, I'll bet that you'd look good on the dancefloor," he said to her before considering the implication that he'd soon be forced to actually join her on the dancefloor under the glaring gazes of her critical friends.

"I don't know if your looking for romance, or I don't know what your looking for..." she trailed off.

"Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness," she thought she heard him mumble below the noise of the thumping bass.
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The Arctic Monkeys remind me a lot of Franz Ferdinand who was probably the worst show I saw this year. If I were drunk and at a club where I didn't know anyone, I would dance like crazy to that song.

...or if it came on at 7:15 in the morning while I was on my way to work.

I've only got the iPod loaded with 10,000 Maniacs through Bright Eyes. That's ~10 Gb & ~2,400 songs, but I've still got a long way to go to get some variety.