Do you remember our first touch?
It happened accidentally
It really wasn't much to you
It was the highlight of my night

Do you remember when we shouted the verse?
And when the chorus came
All of the dance moves I rehearsed just blurred
Into the same drunken flailing
I'm failing
I'm falling

My blood is fucking up the dance floor
Your sensible shoes
They move to the groove on the dance floor
I have got a crush on you
You have got a crush on the music
I have got a crush on you
You have got a crush on the music
Eh

When you left I was so destroyed
I didn't drink any drinks
Because I couldn't afford any drinks
Anything but to go home to bed
And to think about things
About the schism in the music
Schism in the music
The rhythm in the music
I'm your disco shithead boy
Schism in the music
Rhythm in the music
I'm your disco shit
My blood is fucking up the dance floor
Your sensible shoes
They move to the groove on the dance floor
I have got a crush on you
You have got a crush on the music
I have got a crush on you
You have got a crush on the music

My blood is fucking up the dance floor
My blood is fucking up the dance floor
My blood is fucking up the dance floor
My blood