Intro: |
So you're on he prowl ondering |
Whether she left already or not |
Leather jacket, collar popped like antenna |
Never knowing when to stop |
Sunglasses indoors, par for the course |
Lights in the floors and sweat on the walls |
Cages and poles |
Call off the search for your soul, |
Or put it on hold again |
She's having a sly indoor smoke |
And she calls the folks who run |
This her oldest friends |
Sipping a drink and laughing |
At imaginary jokes |
As all the signals are sent, |
Her eyes invite you to approach |
And it seems as though those |
Lumps in your throat |
That you just swallowed have got you going |
Come on, come on, come on |
Come on, come on, come on |
Number one party anthem |
She's a certified mind blower, |
Knowing full well that I don't |
May suggest there's somewhere |
From which you might know her |
Just to get the ball to roll |
Drunken monologues, confused because |
It's not like I'm falling in love |
I just want you to do me no good |
And you look like you could |
Come on, come on, come on |
Come on, come on, come on x2 |
Number one party anthem |
Bridge: |
The look of love the rush of blood |
The "She's with me" the Gallic shrug |
The shutterbugs the Camera Plus |
The black & white the colour dodge |
The good time girls the cubicles |
The house of fun the number one party anthem |
Bridge: |
Come on, come on, come on |
Come on, come on, come on |
Come on, come on, come on |
Come on, come on, come on |
Before the moment's gone |
Number one party anthem (x3) |
Yea, yea |
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