Five Iron Frenzy - These Are Not My Pants

I walked into the room, and she was right there waiting.
Leaning up against the bar,
well she was perpertraitin'.
Slick as snot her spandex,
and blacker than some coal,
she set her gaze upon my bootie,
with disco in her soul.
So much for indecision,
so quick did she decide,
the temptress with her doors open inviting me inside.
"I want to take you home with me",
said the sparkle in her eye.
"I would like to honey, but I'm about to die."