| She's all dressed up... pretty well | |
| Waving your hands so high, she could reach the sky | |
| She is all necked up, like she's got something to sell. | |
| But no one cares right now, as she starts to dance. | |
| And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side | |
| And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah, | |
| And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side | |
| And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah. | |
| She is all fucked up but no one could tell | |
| Living in ages behind to find a brain again, | |
| She is all messed up, somewhere up ahead | |
| But no one cares right now, as she starts to dance. | |
| And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side | |
| And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah, | |
| And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side | |
| And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah. | |
| And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side | |
| And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah, | |
| And she starts dancing to the music, slowly by my side | |
| And she starts dancing to the music now, yeah. | |
| And she starts... dancing to the music, now | |
| And she starts... dancing to the music, yeah, | |
| And she starts... dancing to the music, now | |
| And she starts... dancing to the music, yeah. |