sonja glass and valeska steiner

Skin
BOY
Skin

All day long she’s waiting for the night to ask her out
To be somebody’s dancer, to get lost inside a crowd
There’s no need to talk, because the music is so loud,
Till a taxi drives her back into a morning full of doubts.

You can feel like part of something if you’re part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin,
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can’t get out of this skin.