Dishevelled - Aynsley Lister

Smokey eyes and dressed to kill

In she walks, the room stands still

People talk, stop dead in their tracks

Watching it unfold from a stool at the back

Oh, the night is young

We’ve got time to play the scene out right

She’s got my mind running as wild as

The dragon tattooed on her thigh

Oh, dishevelled tonight

Tucked in a corner at the back of the room

Nobody wiser to what we’re up to

Just taking a few moments with a handful of love

Grinding to the movement 'neath the table above

Oh, let’s get outta here

Oh, let’s neck that bottle of wine

Slip out amongst the chancers

Oh, it’s closing time

Halfway dishevelled, alright

Dishevelled, alright

Back of the alley in a shadow of light

Up against the stonework of Pier 49

Sweat flows and dampens red hot skin

Every single moment burning within

Oh, hand in hand walking the streets

The aftermath of Saturday night

Blending in, shining beneath the full moon light

Oh, dishevelled, alright

Dishevelled, alright

Hmm, dishevelled, alright

Yeah, dishevelled, alright