The way she moves really talks to me 
I'm going out of my mind 
`Cause the way that she winds...is [bad word] divine 

She takes her time as she approaches me 
Then she gives me the sign as she moves her behind 
That only God would design 

Like a bullet from a gun the dj makes [bad word] 
When she feels a beat my baby 
I can't get her off the floor 
She keeps me dancin' til dawn 

The lights are low 
She likes to dance for me 
It's making me high `cause the look in her eye 
Is hot as July 
hey 

The night is young, gold bar's the place to be 
The music is right cause the dj is tight 
Zappa into Barry White, yeah! 

(2x) 
Like a bullet from a gun the dj makes [bad word] 
When she feels a beat my baby, I can't get her off the floor 
She keeps me dancin' til dawn 
 [bad word] solos) 
Like a bullet from a gun the dj makes [bad word] 
When she feels a beat my baby, I can't get her off the floor 
She keeps me dancin' til dawn 

Like a bullet from a gun the dj makes [bad word] 
When she feels a beat my baby, I can't get her off the floor 
She keeps me dancin' til dawn 

Like a bullet from a gun the dj makes [bad word] 
When she feels a beat my baby, I can't get her off the floor 
She keeps me dancing til dawn 
Like a bullet from a gun the dj makes [bad word] 
When she feels a beat my baby, I can't get her off the floor 
She keeps me dancing til dawn 
She kees me dancing 
Like a bullet from a gun the dj makes [bad word] 
When she feels a beat my baby, I can't get her off the floor 
She keeps me dancing til dawn