Song: Spinning in Vegas/
It's Raining on Prom Night (from the Grease soundtrack)

I was deprived of a smudge's dream
By the cruel trick of Byers and his crew
Instead of a night full of red silk pj's
All I got was the same effect as sniffing airplane glue

I'm giggling, in Vegas, and my sight's not too clear
I've forgot-ten who even had called me out here
They're gazing at the lacing on my Maidenform,
My blouse is undone, 'bout half-way down, it's like in soft porn

I can't seem to find my good sense, oh gee
Didn't see it was Fletcher who offered me that Morley

Yes, the room's spinning in Vegas,
Oh dear Mulder, where the hell are you? I'll get you.
I'm stuck here with these guys
And I'm stuck here with the Gunmen and their lies,
On account of you
Oh dear God, make them feel the same way I do right now
Make them giggle and be nauseous--
Or, just ditsy will do!

It's spinning, inside my head,
It's amusing, till I black out in bed
'Cause of you
Spinning,
Ooo,
I'll kick all their asses,
'Til they're blue!
Spinning,
Ooo, spinning in Vegas
Ooo,
Spinning,
Ooo,
Spinning in Vegas, all for you...

Author: Sister Beer

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