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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[Chorus]
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The lights that move 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
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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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[Chorus]
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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
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Or maybe it's only you, but either way, lets begin
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[X3]
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Out Of Control
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| She Wants Revenge |
