Please let dance music start
After we have time to get messed up
If you let it, the tears will still come

I’m tired of melodies like these
With no lesson to teach
Supply me with the tools
All the tools and all I need
For melodies like these that nobody needs

Please let dance music start
After we have time to get messed up
In the bathroom of the bar
My tears will still come

Hide me in the foreground
Behind mild disposition like this
I swing, I miss
Not ready for different
You told me to watch myself before I lose it
Well, I’m telling you here
Watch it!

Please let dance music start
After we have time to get messed up
If you let it, your tears will still come