| Being up to date, it makes your day
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| Try to look like girls in the fashion magazines
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| But your efforts are spare
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| Cos your origin lies bare
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| Keep confident, you lead the gang,
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| Little girls with broken hearts wanna be like you
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| Do they glace up to you?
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| Your reputation might help them, too
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| A perfect mechanism bears the needs
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| Certain styles demanding certain deeds
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| Disco Queen, oh Disco Queen
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| The glamour-sham as your enemy
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| Disco Queen, oh Disco Queen,
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| Your fancy feels like a victory
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| But I expect you to fall down
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| When you reach the ground, no one’s ears will hear you moan
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| Enter the club, time to show up
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| Those horny guys cannot resist your tempting looks
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| Take one of them home
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| To build your wretched self-confidence up
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| Your dance is work, it serves a purpose
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| Draw the attention of those remaining guys
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| Who are bargain-sale, too
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| And they’re keen on fucking you
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| He spends a drink on you, maybe two or three
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| Untill you dance in front of him on your knees
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| Disco Queen, etc…
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| …when you reach the ground, no one’s ears will hear you moan
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| Disco Queen, etc…
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| …when you reach the ground, maybe I’m gonna take you home |