Love in This Club plays and I kindly sway my hips.
He's butchering the lyrics and riffs, but everyone smiles and sips
Smiles and sips.

College days are still upon me, I'm reminded; not all is lost.
There are still these swarms of bodies, pressing upon me from either side: man, woman, beverage.
Face after face, urging me to remember them, to make them something important to me.
"Oh sorry!" "Oh no, really I'm the sorry one..."
Cute smile on that one as he walks away, looking over his shoulder to throw me another coy glance.

Alice, where have you led me now?