Hey Eugene!

Hey Eugene do you remember me?I'm that chick you danced with two times through the Rufus album Friday night at that party on avenue A:where your skinhead friend passed out for several hours on the bathroom floor and you told meYou weren't that drunk, and that I was your favourite Salsa dancer you had ever come across in New York cityEugeneEugeneEugeneI said hello EugeneAre you there EugeneHey Eugene then we kissed once we lobbed your friend into the elevator and went to write my number on a soggy paper towelAnd the car went downAnd when we had finished making out we noticed that your skinhead friend was gone. Long goneAnd you looked into my bloodshot eyes and said is it too soon if I call you SundayEugeneEugeneEugeneI said hello, EugeneAre you there, EugeneI said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)Eugene (Eugene)Eugene (oh yeah)I said hello (hello), EugeneAre you there, Eugene (tell me are you there)I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)Eugene (Eugene)Eugene (tell me oh)I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)Does any of this ring a bell Eugene?