Slow wind for me Will you wind for me Let's get together Girl I want to be alone with you Just To See what you can do Ow you're dancin' all over me Baby this is like some kind of fantasy

Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy what will it be Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see I'm tired of dancing here all

I'm lifting you up I'm letting you down I'm dancing till dawn I'm fooling around I'm not giving up I'm making your love This city's made us crazy and we must get out Forgot what I was looking for Try to guide me in the right direction

Hold it in, now let's go dancing I do believe we're only passing through Wired again, now look who's laughing You again, oh you, oh you, oh you Me again, all fired up on you What to say and what she really means Wrapped up in dissonance I'm sorry that I

Ooh, I don't know what to do Why don't you play the game? Last night I had a dream about you In this dream I'm dancing right beside you And it looked like everyone was having fun The kind of feeling I've waited so long Don't stop, come a little closer As

Oh Havana I've been searching for you everywhere In Rosalinda's eyes Crazy Latin dancing solo down in Herald Square I know what I would see there I can always find my Cuban skies I play nights in the Spanish part of town I've got music in my hands The

With every heartbeat We were dancing to the sound Of a broken heart There in the madness Us against the world And every heartbeat felt like This is what we deserve Do you remember When you and I were young?

Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Your love to me, yeah Boy what will it be You've got to Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight is Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips Trick or