Lyrics:
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
All di gyal pon di dance floor wantin' some more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ,
dance myself to sleep
I gently rock-a-by myself across the floor
I turn and then I toss
Then I start to snore
My trusty little bugle
Helps me spread
Until tonight and you pass by
Hand in hand with another guy
You're dressed to kill and guess who's dying?
Dance away the heartache
Dance away the tears
all you'll find
Should've known better
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you
To the dance floor
As the music dies,
Something in
the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your
cracked a book
Sure looks good in her denim and pearls
Rock my world little country girl
Rock my world
Drag me out on the floor
Dance with me 'till I
In old Transylvania when I was a lad
Our castle was poor but we never were sad
We learned to be happy
We'd dance round the hall
And learning
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more what
Come Mr. DJ won't
I'm like eight foot four, blond hair to the floor
You shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore
No I ain't got a gun
No I never
as strangers
The dance floor is alive with beauty
Mystery and danger
We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees
Oh won't you baby
for pain, a moment's bliss
Life's storms, your every foe
But on dance floor, you're free
Years go by
Life's changes
You'll never
Let them
Dance floor
the one you love?
Oh, hold me in your arms tonight
I can be your hero, baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my
Save the last dance for me
If your heart gets broken, just bring it to me
Promise, I'll be your last but not least
And when the party is over, you
can't dance, you know I can't dance
You know I can't dance, you know I can't dance
I can't dance
I am a man of the road, a hobo by name
I don't seek
Think of what you're losing
By constantly refusing
To dance with me
You'd be the idol of France with me
And yet you stand there and shake your
make that money dance
Top Forbes, poor formal education
Top floors, cop rooms no reservations
Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
Ex
You're not looking for anything more than a
Good time and an open door
A good band and a dance floor
Then she walks in
You got a pickup line
can't dance, you know I can't dance
You know I can't dance, you know I can't dance
I can't dance
I am a man of the road, a hobo by name
I don't seek
Dance, dance, dance milady
Weave your spell
Take the floor milady
Catch a tiger by it's tail
Catch this tiger by it's tail
I caught your
DANCE FLOOR
(Written/produced/performed by GROOVE STATE)
On the dance floor da da dance floor
On the dance floor da da dance floor
On the dance
there on the floor
And there?s room for every weave and spin
And when the dance is over you ask for just one more
And the band plays your song again
anybody
(The way you swing)
And tease them all by sucking on you're thumb
(You naughty thing)
You're ripping up the dance floor honey
(You naughty
Girls on the dance floor
Girls on the dance floor
Girls on the dance floor
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, see you chillin' by the bar (bar)
Why don't you grab
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