She´s gone out
Dancing in her red shoes
Cause they dance better than the blues
She knows later on she must choose
But she don´t want to

At the party she went in
Knowing fully well she´s too thin
Avoids the stares of all the men
Just drinking gin

She don´t know when
All of her friends are gonna give up on her
Instead she´ll just give up on them
It´s easier than changing

She looks around at all the men
And invites one in...