Lyrics

I feel foolish I wanna drink too much You look Polish Got a wicked sense of humor I feel dizzy, and I want your touch Let's get tipsy, and start a rumor You're restless here I can't sit still Everybody at this party's got their fingers in the till I bet their parents are ridiculously loaded Let's get moving, before I'm loaded The dancers need a dancefloor The swingers gotta swing Fashionable people doing questionable things (Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people) (Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people) I really like you, and I hope you like my band I like your boyfriend too Do you think he understands I can't remember, how he ended up out here But all good things have got to start somewhere The dancers need a dancefloor The swingers gotta swing Fashionable people doing questionable things One more time I don't wanna hang around in someone else's scene Fashionable people doing questionable things (Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people) (Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people) (Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, fashionable people) come on (Questionable, questionable, questionable things) So ditch him, he's no good for you Ditch him, do the switcheroo Switch him, switch him up with me Leave him in the ditch, and you can hitch a ride for free The dancers need a dancefloor The swingers gotta swing Fashionable people doing questionable things Looking just like magazines (Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people) That's what I'm talking about Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people It's the truth (Fashionable, fashionable, fashionable, people) Come on (Questionable, questionable, questionable, things)
Writer(s): Joel Plaskett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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