Fucking on the Dancefloor (John B remix)

Get over here
I know what you want
What's the deal?
You're such a black lacquer table
I know what you want
You make me sick

Look at you with your new wave haircut
Check you out with your airbrush makeup
Look at you with your new wave haircut
Check you out with your airbrush makeup
Look at you
Check you out
Look at you in your white mesh half shirt
Check you out with your spandex mini skirt
Look at you
Check you out
You make me sick
And what's the deal with that hot shit head toss?
What the fuck is that hot pink lip gloss?
What's the deal?
What the fuck?
You make me sick
Yeah right

You're such a black lacquer table
Excuse me? You sure talk a lot
Well you're as fake as a beauty shop nail
Admit it, you want what I got
You got invisible fangs and Terri Nunn bangs
Your erotic cabaret is non-stop
You're wearing too many belts
And I bet they leave welts
Shut up and dance, 'cause I wanna pop

Yeah

Look at you with your teenage hard-on
Check you out with your black lace bra on
Look at you
Check you out
Look at you with your mouth on my tit
Check you out with your hand on my dick
Look at you
Check you out
Look at you with my hand down your pants
Check you out getting fucked while we dance
Look at you
Check you out

Fucking on the dance floor
Fucking on the dance floor
Everybody's fucking
Fucking on the dance floor
Fucking on the dance floor
Fucking on the dance floor
Everybody's fucking
Fucking on the dance floor
Fucking on the dance floor
Fucking on the dance floor
Everybody's fucking
Fucking on the dance floor
Fucking on the dance floor
Fucking on the dance floor
Everybody's fucking
Fucking on the dance floor

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