Danceteria

Get off the train, four, five, six
Walk to the club, don't wait for shit
Meet this boy named Martin Burgoyne
He's my best friend, he's my boytoy
We see the line, it's way too long
Cut to the front, there's Haoui Montaug
Waves us in, no Entiendes
I'm not sure you understand this

Face to face, bodies all around
Temperature is rising and the sweat's dripping down
Everybody's watching now, oh, yeah
I don't care

Get on the elevator
I ran into Debi Mazar
Take us to the third floor
Walk us to the dance floor
Then I see Mark Kamins is the DJ
He's the DJ, hide the cocaine
He played my tape, Everybody (everybody)
This is how we start the party

It's not what I say, it's not what I do
It's how my body language talks to you
I just want to lose myself in the groove
Get over here
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)
(Everybody, move your body)
Everyone here is a work of art
Everybody get up and dance

Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Let's have some fun, let's have another one
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