She wants to dance like Uma Thurman I can move mountains I can work a miracle, work a miracle May nothing but death do us part Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath Bury me till I confess And I can't get you out of my head You'll find your way And may death

Nine bloody dreamers on the dancefloor Nine bloody dreamers And now I can see you And now I got nine bloody dreamers on the dancefloor I’ll grab a pen and a pad baby now let’s go I got a lot to love I got a lot to lose At this point in my life I’d rather

You shouldn't kiss me like this Unless you mean it like that 'Cause I'll just close my eyes And I won't know where I'm at We'll get lost on this dance floor spinning around And around and around and around They're all watching us now They think we're

We're heading for the sky And we'll get lost in it 'cause And I will pose if I wanna And I will vogue like Madonna I might not dance like M.J, R.I.P. But I will give the best of me All I want is everything Yes everything too much is not enough I'm sick

Yeah, yeah, I know you wit' her and you all in love What am I supposed to do, congratulate you? Whatever... How you in love wit her, when every thug hit her Just met her off a lap dance now you babysit her And get her everything she need From pills to

We're gonna breakout, Let the party start, We're gonna stay out, Gonna break some hearts, We're gonna dance till the dance floor falls apart, Everyone we know, We're gonna have some fun, Uh-oh! all over again, We're gonna wake up,

I will remember you She got her Own crib with a Twin bed and was Hollywood, she Uptown and she Danced to her Favorite song and Sing along when no one's around

After the thrill is gone Same dances in the same old shoes Some habits that you just can't lose There's no telling what a man might lose The flame rises but it soon descends Empty pages and a frozen pen You're not quite lovers and you're not quite

Rock my world little country girl Drag me out on the floor Dance with me 'till I can't dance anymore One-step, two-step, get in a line I gotta find a way to make you mine She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting

Oh oh oh oh oh (Gaga) Dum dum da da da I won't cry for you I'll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands, Above my head, head, head Like Jesus, said I'm gonna dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands,