One week ago she wouldn't have missed one wednesday night for All the gold that you're holdin in your hands Now these discos make her sad She only goes to check her bag and bring it back into her Southside hardwood floor apartment Stashed in the battery pack of her boombox The dancefloor looks like normandy, the smoke, the foam, the misery Everyone lined up against the wall The bathroom looks like wounded knee, the bloodshed and the exctasy Everyone was crowded in the stall Department stores go on for miles And the retail chicks, they always smile The new perfume counter girl tears apart my world Southside hardwood floor apartment Stuck in the cut that you made in your mattress The dancefloor looks like normandy, the smoke, the foam, the misery Everyone lined up against the wall The bathroom looks like wounded knee, the bloodshed and the exctasy Everyone was crowded in the stall One week ago she wouldn't have missed, she saw juanita blow a kiss Saw the dj blow a fuse, she slips the shade inside her shoes