There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Testo

ONEY. YOU JUST HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT YET
Album: A FEVER YOU CAN'T SWEAT OUT
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and choreographed.
Because.
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes...
Everything goes according to plan.
I am the new cancer, never looked better and you. can't. stand. it.
I know because you say so under your breath.
Reading lips asking "When did he get at all confident?"
Next is a trip to the ladies room in vain.
No, you just can't keep up with these fashionistas.
Tonight you are the whispering campaign.
To them, your name is "Cheap", and you look like shit.
Talk to the mirror, choke back tears. And keep telling yourself,
"I'm a diva I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box at your table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
(don't you hate this feeling?)
I know I know, It just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.