I wanna dance in the dark and never stop We gonna light up the night like shooting stars Whenever you hear the sound don't be alarmed Move, move, move Dancing in the dark Make sure that your heartbeat beats with the rhythm I wanna dance in the dark We

Say it loud and clear For the whole wide world to hear I got the right To make up my mind So turn up the drum Yeah, we must have different shoes on We're marching to a different beat So baby put your boots on Keep marching to a different beat

Front to the back And we make the beat go! Front, front, front, front Front, front

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive Here's hoping we collide I want to make the best of what is left hold tight Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The

I know I ain't perfect, but look I'm working I could make a melody like, "yeah, yeah" We just turning up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we can't go back there Don't tell me you love me, show me the money Where I'm from, love can go bad,

Dance to the Music, dance to the music Get up and dance to the music! Get on up and dance to the fonky music! All we need is a drummer For people who only need a beat I'm gonna add a little guitar And make it easy to move your feet I'm gonna add some

'Cause all I need Is a beauty and a beat Who can make my life complete It's all 'bout you When the music makes you move Baby do it like you do We gonna party like it's 3012 tonight I wanna show you all the finer things in life So just forget about the

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh