Yeah. Come On Men.. Dont Touch the fader. . Nobody said this club was closing. Too many hipsters on the dance floor boking. Too many blue jeans standing on the outside rain.
[Mandy:]. It's been running round my head. Running round my head. Try'na find the way. To forget it get it. . [Senna:]. Baby it's just too close.... Baby you still too close....
8x (boom boom). It's like I roll up in the club on a friday. Got my girls fuel-ed up and on the runway. Looking hot,gel-ed up like. Do Get up get up we all here to go crazy.
[Bahar:]. So what, you like to wear you pants down low. Actin' all crazy, pimpin' out your wheels for show. It doesn't mean you're not the type of guy for me.
You must be some kinda miracle maker. Look what you did to my good girl behaviour. It feels like Im on the set of a movie. Something unreal bout the way that you move me.
Boy heat up! heat up! heat up for me. Please heat up! heat up! heat it! heat it up for me. Boy heat up! heat up! heat up for me. . My bodys trembling.
In the dressing room getting ready to go. Mascara, lipstick, powder on my nose. Touch up my hair, curled and sprayed. In the mirror I see that look on your face (High fashion).
Big city life, big city night. In the middle of cars and lights. You came, made everything right. With a touch of love. . Didnt really wanna let you in.
[Mandy:]. Was it something that I said. Something that I did. Something that I once wrote. That turned your eyes to me. Made you believe. . [Senna:]. There was something in the air.
Mandy. Don't tell me this was just a casual affair. See you in a day or two. Maybe out somewhere. Bahar. I see it in your eyes, you feel the way I do.
The moon up above, it shines down upon our skin. Whispering words that scream of outrageous sin. We all want the stuff that's found in our wildest dreams.
Different kind of people. From all the world around. Your my kind of people. Of love is what we found. . Is everybody hearing me. This is how it's got to be.
We go outside in the sun. For the last hours of the day. For the best hours of the day. . Our heads are sore from the day. We've had or the night before.
Breaking news is never good, take the needle from my eye. And stack the shelves with anything, just so we don't have nothing. Leap year babies barely age, all their friends are dead.
How the sweet birds fly, they have hollow bones. Made for the sky, not like you or I. I don't want to be in a tin can over the sea. But if we all believe in technology, we'll stay in the sky.
Well, sometimes he just stays in. And he might want some lovin'. And then sometimes he just takes off for a while. And she says. . What's the matter, baby?.
How you stole my gaze on the first day. You were everywhere like a subway. At the summer's end. When things start to fade and die. . On the second day we saw shooting stars.
Look for me every night, if you half close your eyes. You can make out mine in the ghostly light. And you'll hear me cry, "It's not me. Though you shrink in fear, I am nowhere near.
Towers and trials from thrones and carriages. Crossing the seas and whispering in passages. Murder and marriages fit for a queen. Taking me down, down, down.
These years of mine run red like a bloodline. If I was the last son. Prostrate, I wait but silence is not for me. I'll shout 'til they come. . Oh, stop leaving my heart on the ground.