| It’s a passion killer, when you talk and talk about love
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| A stocking filler, when you want to get the goods
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| Your lips are moving
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| But nothing goes in my ears
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| You’ve only proven, your words can bore me to tears
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| Don’t wanna be deep, I wanna dance
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| Don’t wanna be deep, I wanna dance
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| We’ll talk later, later baby
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| Don’t wanna go sleep, I wanna dance
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| Don’t wanna go sleep, I wanna dance
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| We’ll sleep later, later baby
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| I’m getting weary, of hearing all your fears
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| Nothing’s more scary than wasting all of our years
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| The music’s playing, the band is ready to bop
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| The singer’s saying, let’s get ready to rock
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| Don’t wanna be deep, I wanna dance
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| Don’t wanna be deep, I wanna dance
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| We’ll talk later, later baby
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| Don’t wanna go sleep, I wanna dance
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| Don’t wanna go sleep, I wanna dance
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| We’ll sleep later, later baby
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| I wanna dance, I wanna dance
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| By analysing the in’s and out’s of our mind
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| It’s unsurprising the fun has almost died
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| Don’t wanna be deep, I wanna dance
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| Don’t wanna be deep, I wanna dance
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| We’ll talk later, later baby
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| Don’t wanna go sleep, I wanna dance
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| Don’t wanna go sleep, I wanna dance
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| We’ll sleep later, later baby
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| I wanna dance, I wanna dance
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| Don’t wanna be deep, I wanna dance
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| Don’t wanna be deep, I wanna dance
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| We’ll talk later, later baby |