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I'm only 10 drinks in
But I forgot to spike my punch
(Not again)
Better bet on the winner
Or I can't afford my lunch
Were you talkin' ‘bout romance?
Thought you were talkin' ‘bout me
Never seen a better dancer
Can she move to the key?
(I can move to the beat
You can't even move your feet!)
Just watch me: 1, 2, 3, 4,
5, 7-- wait--
You're my favorite melodrama
And my most hated comedy
I ought to thank my mama
For teaching me how to breathe
(Thank you very much, mama)
You better make like a tree
Before you turn into a brussels sprout
I know what all of this means
And you don't wanna find out!
Not everything needs a reason
(Not everything needs a reason)
Not everything's made of gold
It's just part of the season
I just hope it's not too cold
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the feeling
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the flow
So let's go
Let's flow
Let's feel that disco
It was nothin' but net,
But I was aiming for the stratosphere
Music always sounds better,
When you can't remember how to hear
Do they keep you up at night?
Those sleepless days in the rain
You may call yourself a fighter
Will you box on champagne?
I can serve up the pain,
You can barely serve chow mein!
Just watch me: 1, 2, 3, 4
I declare a-- wait--
You're crying over spilled milk
When it spoiled in ‘84
We've all been sleeping in silk,
But now we're off to the war
(Drop & give me 54)
You never know what to do,
Until you're handed the lemonade
The stand is closing down soon,
And you forgot to get paid
Not everything needs a reason
Not everything's made of gold
It's just part of the season
I just hope it's not too cold
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the feeling
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the flow
So let's go
Let's flow
Let's feel that disco
Ugh. Man, my throat hurts.
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I'm only 10 drinks in
But I forgot to spike my punch
(Not again)
Better bet on the winner
Or I can't afford my lunch
Were you talkin' ‘bout romance?
Thought you were talkin' ‘bout me
Never seen a better dancer
Can she move to the key?
(I can move to the beat
You can't even move your feet!)
Just watch me: 1, 2, 3, 4,
5, 7-- wait--
You're my favorite melodrama
And my most hated comedy
I ought to thank my mama
For teaching me how to breathe
(Thank you very much, mama)
You better make like a tree
Before you turn into a brussels sprout
I know what all of this means
And you don't wanna find out!
Not everything needs a reason
(Not everything needs a reason)
Not everything's made of gold
It's just part of the season
I just hope it's not too cold
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the feeling
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the flow
So let's go
Let's flow
Let's feel that disco
It was nothin' but net,
But I was aiming for the stratosphere
Music always sounds better,
When you can't remember how to hear
Do they keep you up at night?
Those sleepless days in the rain
You may call yourself a fighter
Will you box on champagne?
I can serve up the pain,
You can barely serve chow mein!
Just watch me: 1, 2, 3, 4
I declare a-- wait--
You're crying over spilled milk
When it spoiled in ‘84
We've all been sleeping in silk,
But now we're off to the war
(Drop & give me 54)
You never know what to do,
Until you're handed the lemonade
The stand is closing down soon,
And you forgot to get paid
Not everything needs a reason
Not everything's made of gold
It's just part of the season
I just hope it's not too cold
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the feeling
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the flow
So let's go
Let's flow
Let's feel that disco
Ugh. Man, my throat hurts.
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I'm only 10 drinks in
But I forgot to spike my punch
(Not again)
Better bet on the winner
Or I can't afford my lunch
Were you talkin' ‘bout romance?
Thought you were talkin' ‘bout me
Never seen a better dancer
Can she move to the key?
(I can move to the beat
You can't even move your feet!)
Just watch me: 1, 2, 3, 4,
5, 7-- wait--
You're my favorite melodrama
And my most hated comedy
I ought to thank my mama
For teaching me how to breathe
(Thank you very much, mama)
You better make like a tree
Before you turn into a brussels sprout
I know what all of this means
And you don't wanna find out!
Not everything needs a reason
(Not everything needs a reason)
Not everything's made of gold
It's just part of the season
I just hope it's not too cold
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the feeling
Sometimes it's just ‘bout the flow
So let's go
Let's flow
Let's feel that disco
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