Letras

[Verse 1]
With her high heel against the wall
Kind of dancing, though not at all
She had stockings running up to her thigh
Snaps her fingers to keep the time
From the back of the room, I saw her there
I said, she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare
But then she noticed me glance at her
I had no choice but to dance with her
[Verse 2]
The lights that move sideways and up and down
The beat takes you over and spins you 'round
Our hearts steady beating, the sweat turns to cold
We're slaves to the DJ and out of control
[Verse 3]
I watched her feet move, her hips, they sway
Does a hair flip then starts to say
Oh my God, it's my favorite song
I pull her close and she sings along
[Verse 4]
We can't slow down even if we try
If the record keeps spinning, so will I
She likes disco and tastes like a tear
Tell me, don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near
[Verse 5]
The lights that move sideways and up and down
The beat takes you over and spins you 'round
Our hearts steady beating, the sweat turns to cold
We're slaves to the DJ and out of control
[Verse 6]
We've got nowhere to go
We've got nothing to prove
Instead of dancing alone
I should be dancing with you
This song is turning me on
The beat is doing me in
Or maybe it's only you
But either way, let's begin
[Verse 7]
We've got nowhere to go
We've got nothing to prove
Instead of dancing alone
I should be dancing with you
This song is turning me on
The beat is doing me in
Or maybe it's only you
But either way, let's begin
[Verse 8]
We've got nowhere to go
We've got nothing to prove
Instead of dancing alone
I should be dancing with you
This song is turning me on
The beat is doing me in
Or maybe it's only you
But either way, let's begin
[Verse 9]
The lights that move sideways and up and down
The beat takes you over and spins you 'round
Our hearts steady beating, the sweat turns to cold
We're slaves to the DJ and out of control
[Verse 10]
The lights that move sideways and up and down
The beat takes you over and spins you 'round
Our hearts steady beating, the sweat turns to cold
We're slaves to the DJ and out of control
Written by: Adam Bravin, Justin Warfield
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