| With her high heel against the wall
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| Kind of dancing, though not at all
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| She had stockings running up to her thighs
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| Snaps her fingers to keep the time
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| From the back of the room 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, they glow 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, her hips they sway
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| Does a hair flip 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 tried
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| If the record keeps spinning so will I She likes disco 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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| We’ve got nowhere to go, we’ve got nothing to prove
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| Instead of dancing alone, I should be dancing with you
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| This song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in Or maybe it’s only you, but either way, lets begin |