She Wants Revenge — Out Of Control

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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
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
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
We can’t slow down even if we tried
If the record keeps spinning so will I
She likes disco
And tastes like a tear
Tells me don’t stop dancing and she’s pulling me near
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
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
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
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
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
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