A disco heaven A disco heaven Disco heaven Disco heaven Oh, the lights still on, we're dancin' Yeah, the floor is shakin' In this disco heaven (Oh, disco heaven) D-Disco
life Let's have some fun, this beat is sick I wanna take a ride on your disco stick Don't play too much just as that kid I wanna take a ride on your disco
She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for A lonely speaker
Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh You got these little things that you've been running from You either love it or guess you
's a disco night Baby, the place is rockin' It's a disco night Baby, the place is rockin' It's a disco night Baby, the place is rockin' It's a disco
The boogie started to explode I heard somebody say (Burn, baby, burn) Disco Inferno, yeah (Burn, baby, burn) Burn that mother down, yeah (Burn, baby, burn) Disco
, disco Let's go back to disco (Disco) Back to the 70's I'm taking it back to disco (Disco) When everything was sweet Let's go back to disco (Disco
disco We were dancing at the disco Yeah, it backfired at the disco When you slapped me at the disco Yeah, it backfired at the disco We were dancing at the disco
Disco, disco mystic Disco, disco mystic Disco, disco mystic ... repeat
I feel the salty waves come in I feel them crash against my skin And I smile as I respire Because I know they'll never win There's a haze above my TV
I've been feeling lonesome I'm down, don't know what to do I let you lie to me Plant seeds inside To see them grow Only to leave them to die I learned
I'm a disappearing act in poorly But if I ever get it right you'll miss me, solely Look like the cat had just ate the canary Coughing up feathers There
I'm just setting, I'm just setting a trap And I'm not pulling, no I'm not pulling for you, you're just pulling at me I'm not a betting man but this is
If I retreat Words, wars, and symphonies Make room we're taking over here So the gallanting Cold and alone, it suits you well You won't find me perching
Is there a heart inside the night? I can feel its final strike The beat goes dry and the spirit dies, oh I wanna dig this Tinseltown until it's six feet
She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for A lone speaker
