Sex, drugs, and anonymity
Not knowing who's who
And embracing all the sensuality
Raving, dancing, fucking all the same
One, two, three, four partners
Playing a dangerous intimate game
White lines and alcohol
Just the beginning of the charade
The real danger starts at nightfall
Music louder than the bass of my heartbeat
Then, a lady in red appears
From thin air, she was so discreet
Swaying through the crowd...