Out of Control - XP8

With her high heel against the wall

Kind of dancing, though not at all

She had stockings running up to her thighs

Snaps her fingers to keep the time

From the back of the room I saw her there

I said she wants to be alone and I shouldn’t dare

But then she noticed me glance at her

I had no choice but to dance with her

The lights, they glow sideways and up and down

The beat takes you over and spins you round

Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold

We’re slaves to the DJ and out of control

I watched her feet move, her hips they sway

Does a hair flip then starts to say

Oh, my God, it’s my favorite song

I pull her close and she sings along

We can’t slow down even if we tried

If the record keeps spinning so will I She likes disco and tastes like a tear

Tells me don’t stop dancing and she’s pulling me near

We’ve got nowhere to go, we’ve got nothing to prove

Instead of dancing alone, I should be dancing with you

This song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in Or maybe it’s only you, but either way, lets begin