Hey pretty girl, come out tonight

And dance beneath these disco lights

Your tall white boots

And I’m off the ground

Pardon while I let these feelings out

Other songs have been sung to you

By nameless boys who never ever had clue

A Scorpio can hold his tongue

But hear me out

While the night is young

It might be cliché 

But it might be alright

That you’re the only one 

I want to see tonight

Go meet me downstairs

Show me those ice blue eyes

Things are getting better 

Things are getting better 

With a bottle of chilled rosé

At an East Village movie matinee 

What came before can’t be reversed

If you let me in, I’ll stay here in your universe

It might be cliché 

But it might be alright

That you’re the only one 

I want to see tonight

Go meet me downstairs

Show me those ice blue eyes

Things are getting better 

Things are getting better 

In the simple act of you next to me

Pressed up close and I’m in ecstasy 

Might sound naïve, but you best believe

When I say I’m in love

It might be cliché 

But it might be alright

That you’re the only one 

I want to see tonight

Go meet me downstairs

Show me those ice blue eyes

Things are getting better 

It might be cliché 

But it might be alright

That you’re the only one 

I want to see tonight

Go meet me downstairs

Show me those ice blue eyes

Things are getting better 

Things are getting better 

Hey pretty girl, come out tonight

And see yourself 

In these disco lights