Time's up


I'm almost there.

The club is around the corner.

I don't want to be bothered.

All I want to do is to move my body.

It's time to attack.

It's midnight, I need my payback.

Monday to Friday, it's on playback.

Now it's time to cut the track.

Hey, Mr Bouncer I need to get inside.

This waiting is making me insane.

Hey, Mr Bouncer do I have your back?

'Cause I need to get him off my right sac.

I want to move but I feel stuck.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take this, I want more.

I can't take this anymore I need more.

Let's light up the floor.

Let's beat the heat, let's hit the score.

My girlfriends are ordering shots.

I need to clear my thoughts.

They told me you're here with him.

I'm so happy for you boo boo.

But I'm here to find someone too.

The dancefloor is full.

The music's the pull.

Move that body.

Get closer, get sweaty.

Face to face. I smell his taste.

His cologne pinches my nose.

Or maybe, I just need another dose.

I can still taste him on your lips.

So for now, all I want is to move my hips.

If you still care.

Meet me over there.

Whilst the DJ plays my track.

I'm ready to leave all of this behind my back.

I'm ready to fly.

What do you say?

Your time's up.

All I care about is, what's inside my cup.

All I care about is my Martini dry.

Your heart is a stir fry.

You made me cry.

And even if it hurts like hell.

Oh well, well, well.

I am hitting the light spot.

Can you hear that?

It's the sound of joy.

It's time to deploy.

It's the beat of freedom.

'Cause, you're no longer my problem.

"See that guy over there wearing black?"

He is the one that tonight will be pulling my hair back.

                                 

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