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!

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 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 keeps 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