U.B.C.L. (Wool Remix)

Fall over on my bed, we're moving slowly
Fill my glass, take it down, turn off that movie
Painted gold, you can have my silver jewelry
Keep our sunglasses on, those colors move me

Falling down, a straight line onto the dance floor
Filter sweet, shakes my bones, give me bass more
Turn it up, get me off, I had it my way
DJ, loop this shit up until the break of day

Why don't you come alive?
Spinning backwards all night long
This rhythm moves alive
Why not get emotional?
You can come alive
Grab my hand in my funky car
Save the ch- for discretion
Let's get our party on

I know a place we can go, they got white tiger
Round the back, brass doors, draped in flyers
Bittersweet, numbing wine, there is no leaving
Gothic club burning up, the air we're breathing

Why don't you come alive?
Spinning backwards all night long
This rhythm moves alive
Why not get emotional?
You can come alive
Grab my hand in my funky car
Save the ch- for discretion
Let's get our party on