Dancing (On Your Own)

Desire, rip through me like a flame Like a lover for hire, hear it calling out my name I stand ten feet tall over the audience Concealed window, dark round sunglasses I can see it all going down, eight people on the floor Loose helicopter arms and swayin' like a doll Still subtle in a way Don't make no sense at all Under a dark-lit disco ball She was dancing on her own Dancing, dancing on your own Oh yeah, dancing, dancing on your own, oh I've only got my eyes for you Over the other seven people in the room And if I wasn't tied to this microphone We could be dancing on our own together Desire, come to me like a dog I play the electric lyre But shoot my lines in analogue, oh yeah All hula hoop hips are moving to and fro to the music on my lips Some kinda devil disco Sending out signals with my thrust Seeing someone groovin' to this stuff is like finding gold dust And in a drug-fuelled fever dream Most titillating vision I have ever seen Alright, now dancing, dancing on your own Oh yeah, dancing, dancing on your own, oh I've only got my eyes for you I watch you moving from the other side of the room And if I wasn't tied to this microphone We could be dancing on our own together Dancing, dancing on your own Dancing, dancing on your own Moving to the sound of this devilish disco The most mystifying vision I have ever known, alright