Reading stupid Gatsby and thinking about throwing "large parties".
Lyrics
Let's throw a gala ball,
celebrate how cool we are together.
We'll rent out a mansion.
Black ties and champagne,
caterers and valets
just so everyone can have a look at you.
I keep you framed in one eye,
one I never want to take off you.
Your gown seems to radiate,
seems to project an air that tells everyone
"you're so cool".
