Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son Who will dance on the floor in the round People always told me be careful of what you do And don't go

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

He just shot me and I dropped down to the floor He was shell-shocked and he claimed he didn't know He just watched my blood spill out and die slow Asked him would I survive? He shook his head no Mind on my murder, hey, mind on my murder Mind on my

All hands on deck All in front all in the back just like that, like that I'mma blow your mind take it out on the floor like that, like that All in the front all in the back just like that, like that I'mma blow your mind like that Wasted Heart You took

I'm sorry but the party's over. Hollywood whore, Passed out on the floor, The talk of the town, Can't take it no more, Is she's going down. Is she's going down, Cocaine nose,

Get the firehouse Whoo, hoo, yeah She's like bad weather but it seems so good You'd never leave her but you know you should She'll adore you and she'll floor you With her wisdom and her vision And you'll love it and think of it Till you lose all intuition

Never been this close to heaven Got the pretty turned up to eleven Droppin' them dead on the dance floor Somebody better call a doctor She's a little heart stopper I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner Sippin' on this seven-seven Dang, girl, look at you

I wanna stay up all night Like this, all night, hey Up all night (Up up all night) Katy Perry’s on replay She's on replay DJ got the floor to shake, the floor to shake And jump around until we see the sun Hold on to the feeling

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

It's not about love and romance It was blood on the dance floor (blood on the dance floor) And I just can't take it Susie got your number Look who took you under Blood is on the dance floor She got your number How does it feel