Baby, ain't you heard about the nightclub called the
Nice, Nice?
They got the dry ice and the knife fights on every other Wednesday night
I can see all the stains in your white tights
When you stand in the black lights down at the Nice, Nice
We were born in these night clubs
And you make those propositions with your sexy little shoulder shrugs
You'll be covered up with powdered drugs by the end of the night
If you're still at the Nice Nice
Living large and feeling small
(Living large, living large)
Getting nice with Nightclub Dwight in the bathroom stall
He got the margin call
Now let's get a little marginal
She's small and sweet but she's a straight up thief
She puts the lipstick in her pocket and then she casually leaves
He's big and strong but he's halfway gone
He puts the pipe up to his mouth, then he casually breathes
