And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

Any old way you choose it; It's got a back beat, you can't lose it, Any old time you use it It's gotta be rock and roll music, If you want to dance with me, If you want to dance with me Rock and roll music That's why I go for that Just let me hear some

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

And in who's arms you're gonna be So darlin', save the last dance for me Just don't forget who's takin' you home You can dance Every dance with the one who gives you the eye Let him hold you tight You can smile Every smile for the one that hold your hand

(Did you follow your, follow your fire?) We had the songs that we sang along to You had the moves to make me dance with you I always saw you reaching and catching stars We had the thing that everyone wanted Hung on your sleeve, you wore your heart on it

Drink some Margaritas by a string of blue lights Listen to the Mariachi play at midnight Are you with me, are you with me? I wanna dance by water 'neath the Mexican sky Are you with me?

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

Just wanna be Wanna bewitch you in the moonlight I wanna bewitch you all night Something within your eyes Said it could be the last time 'Fore it's over! You'll soon be hearing the chime Close to midnight If I could turn back the time

Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor Pull up, nigga creeping Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch) Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you With these lights off,