Delight In Disorder

Dancehall fever, it's all perfection, where's your alibi
It seems I'm missing every button, but I'm in style
Oh no we don't match in any way
Life's little disfunctions we're all so eager to play

And we all sing along cause we're caught in the thrill of it
Just tell us we're wrong, just tell us we're losing it
Such a beautiful disarray, we're all so perfectly anarchy
But we wont change a thing no we wouldn't change a

Another faux-fun alter-ego performing for the crowd
Take a picture, we're not looking
Plagiarise that pout
Oh we're all so elegantly wild
Darlings to disorder, victims of the style

And we all sing along...