
Date of issue: 18.01.2007
Song language: English
Disco Queen |
Tonight I’ll fall, looking for something wonderful yet casual |
Extraordinarily temporal, and there you are — let’s go! |
You hooked me on the dance floor |
So here I am, back for more |
You seem experienced, just an inch too keen on getting exposed |
Having your face in every magazine |
You’re far from being unique but you still look pristine |
Mundanely exotic, like the French cuisine |
My Disco Queen — let’s disco… |
You’re a cheap sellout drug on everyone’s lips |
Covered every day, done every way, a whole world at your hips |
A bar to fit, the beats you take |
Another hit and you will break |
Undressed in front of me, all glistening ebony |
You’re still so young, but I will show you vintage 33 |
I lay you on your back — inviting curves of black |
Making little noises as my needle finds your track |
My Disco Queen — let’s disco |
Disco Queen — let’s disco… |
You leave me wanting more, panting on all four |
I know there’s more to pluck, and so I go for the encore |
I am turning you around, to play your other side |
A tighter groove, I want it but I tremble, slip and slide |
Baby, you’re just what I need |
You purr when I make you bleed |
I pump you till you cry — feel so alive |
I crank you up and switch to 45 |
A screaming climax chord, I give you all I’ve stored |
A moment’s silence and you’re filled up, yet emptier than before |
Oh — that subtle little sound as I am pulling out |
A finished dish upon my plate is what it’s all about |
A square round of greed |
You surrendered to the rhythm, spinning around your hole |
Disco made you famous but tonight you tasted soul |
I pumped you till you cried — felt so alive |
I cranked you up and switched to 45 |
You are just begging for more |
But I unlock the door |
(tonight I’ll fall…) |
You’re old news now and so I leave you trembling on the floor… |
My Disco Queen… |
My Disco Queen — let’s disco… |