| I don’t go to parties baby
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| 'Cause people tend to freak me out
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| Watch their lips to work it out
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| I can hear the words but I still don’t know what it’s all about
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| You won’t see me down the disco mama
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| Bright lights really hurt my eyes
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| I’d rather stay and dance with you
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| To the funky music playing on our stereo
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| Ooh ooh, things don’t get no better
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| Better than you and me
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| Ooh ooh, things don’t get no better
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| Better than you and me
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| I don’t go to concerts baby
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| The music’s always up too loud
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| Cigarettes and alcohol get up my ass
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| I always lose you in the crowd
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| You won’t see me tribal raving baby
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| 'Cause I won’t ever look that good
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| I’d rather dance in ugly pants
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| In the comfort of a loungeroom in suburbia
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| Ooh ooh, things don’t get no better
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| Better than you and me
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| Ooh ooh, things don’t get no better
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| Better than you and me
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| That’s right
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| Ooh ooh, things don’t get no better
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| Better than you and me
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| Ooh ooh, things don’t get no better
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| Better than you and me
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| (That's right)
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| Better than you and me
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| Better than you and me
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| «Thank you Mr. DJ.» |