Tekst Utworu

Hard day of pushing papers We're off the grid, but we steal the energy We play the game We play the numbers We play for anyone who'll have us on their team Alright, you got a tattoo of your boyfriend Okay, you'll never see him anymore Alright, okay I get the picture We get a minute in the middle of the floor We've done this all before You got to know That this is not really love It's disco, baby Ooh, the afterglow But this is not really love It's disco, baby Met you at the Front Page Is that still a place you go? And what is it you do for money? I think you're hoping that I'll let the whole thing go Okay, you've been awake for 20 hours But so has everybody in the room Alright, okay Don't even answer Let's just get busy getting down to what we know Put on the radio You got to know That this is not really love It's disco, baby Ooh, the afterglow But this is not really love It's disco, baby Disco, baby, that's alright by me Disco, baby, that's alright by me Good eyebrows, fresh haircut Skin care routine on Friday night Hydrated, toes painted I'm feeling primed to lose my mind Good eyebrows, fresh haircut You know just how to get to me Hydrated, just waiting until we know it's time to leave You gotta know That this is not really love It's disco, baby Ooh, the afterglow But this is not really love It's disco, baby (It's alright, it's alright) Disco, baby, that's alright by me (It's alright, it's alright) Disco, baby, that's alright by me
Writer(s): Adam Bradley, John Fengya, Kyle Cochran, Mark Barry Siford, Matthew Prodanovich, Michael Pereira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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