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Well, I've shined my shoes |
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And I've combed my hair |
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But the DJ's square |
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And the girls don't care |
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My feet are stuck to the carpet here |
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I'm finding it hard to get out of my chair |
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But I can't go home 'cause it's cold out there |
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Disco sucks |
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Why do I love it so much |
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Disco sucks |
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I've got to have it |
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I want it, I need it |
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My amigo's gone to score some gear |
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And I'm getting stares from the boys in here |
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There's been stabbin's in the front |
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And shootin's in the back |
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I'm running for cover, I'm under attack |
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Disco sucks |
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Why do I love it so much |
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Disco sucks |
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I've got to have it |
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I want it, I need it |
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Her heels were so high |
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Girl was touchin' my eye |
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She was movin' in time |
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She was blowin' my mind |
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She was takin' me there |
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To my dreams in the sky |
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It was to my surprise |
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That the girl was a guy |
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Disco sucks |
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Why do I love it so much |
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Disco sucks |
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I've got to have it |
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I want it, I need it |
