And you're not gonna reach my telephone Stop callin', stop callin' Stop telephonin' me 'Cause I'll be dancin' I left my head and my heart on the dance floor 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub I'm kinda busy I don't wanna think any more

Make out on the dance floor, take it too far Out the back door, leave an open tab When you look like that? And tell me how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself When you're making my mind wander somewhere else? It's on a one-way track when you look

This is my dance floor My dance floor This is the night So let's bring up the lights Everything more Never seen this before I'm stepping now To a whole new beat Taking the crowd

You got me in the middle of the dance floor, just searching for you girl I ask my myself where you created in this world, by the beauty in you girl You got me so high and confused I don't know what to do New York City All in Los Angeles California From

I'll make it louder Blow the system I've got that burning fever On the dance floor where I need my And bump the speaker the volumes way too low Just keep up with the rhythm

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

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

She used to be mine Oh she used to be mine She looks so good movin' cross the dance floor Better than the day she left me Arm in arm with somebody new Holdin' hands and laughin' like we used to I got my best smile on but it's no disguise It don't hide

I'd take one for you I'd take one in the temple (temple) I'd take one in the temple And I'm crossing my fingers I've got my hands in my pockets I just want to be noticed The dance floor's a temptress Can't make out what your saying But you rub me the

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ Walkin' after dark In the New York City park The blood left on the dance floor Runnin', runnin' red The bullet that you asked for Killin' you to death Voices in my head are sayin'