No it's not alright,. To pretend there's nothing wrong. It's the same old fight. But it's gone on way too long. You slam the door. So I scream at you.
We were seventeen. But everything. Still seems so clear to me. Whispering, and watching falling stars. From my beat up car. (I was falling, falling, falling).
Come on and move your body. Move your body, body. Come on now everybody. Everybody, move your body. . No, nobody stop, everybody move. Get up and dance, get up and dance.