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With her high heel |
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Against the wall |
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Kind of dancing |
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Though not at all |
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She had |
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Stockings running up to her thigh |
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Snaps her fingers to keep the time |
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From the back of the room |
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I saw her there |
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I said she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare |
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But then she noticed me glance at her |
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I had no choice but to dance with her |
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The lights that move sideways and up and down |
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The beat takes you over and spins you round |
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Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold |
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We're slaves to the DJ and out of control |
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I watched her feet move |
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Her hips they sway |
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Does a hair flip |
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Then starts to say |
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Oh, my god, it's my favorite song |
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I pull her close and she sings along |
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We can't slow down even if we try |
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If the record keeps spinning so will I |
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She likes disco |
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And tastes like a tear |
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Tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near |
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The lights that move sideways and up and down |
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The beat takes you over and spins you round |
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Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold |
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We're slaves to the DJ and out of control |
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We've got nowhere to go |
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We've got nothing to prove |
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Instead of dancing alone |
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I should be dancing with you |
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This song is turning me on |
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The beat is doing me in |
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Or maybe it's only you |
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But either way, let's begin |
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We've got nowhere to go |
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We've got nothing to prove |
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Instead of dancing alone |
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I should be dancing with you |
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This song is turning me on |
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The beat is doing me in |
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Or maybe it's only you |
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But either way, let's begin |
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We've got nowhere to go |
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We've got nothing to prove |
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Instead of dancing alone |
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I should be dancing with you |
|
This song is turning me on |
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The beat is doing me in |
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Or maybe it's only you |
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But either way, let's begin |
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The lights that move sideways and up and down |
|
The beat takes you over and spins you round |
|
Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold |
|
We're slaves to the DJ and out of control |
|
The lights that move sideways and up and down |
|
The beat takes you over and spins you round |
|
Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold |
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We're slaves to the DJ and out of control |
