Dancefloor

Where did we begin? Back in the days we lived inside each other's skin We cuddled like we never needed anything Think of what you'd have to pack if you left and planned on never coming back Just the thought of it can stop you in your tracks and make you stay Oh but where i'd like to be is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me Someone whispering it's quarter after 3 There's no where I'd rather be So we talk about this in a tone that suggests anybody cares So excited each time anybody dares And who's your next to call? Who's impossible? and who's too close to call? Who's just desperate for anything at all? Anything at all, like love... Oh but where i'd like to be is on a dancefloor with my friends all pissed at me Someone singing and I realise it's me I realise it's me Play me good times, shame Golden years, let the music play Good times, shame Golden years, let the music play Oh it's where i'd like to be is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me Oh it's where i'd like to be is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me Oh it's where I'd like to be Oh it's where I'd like to be on a dancefloor on a dancefloor On a dancefloor