3OH!3 - Dance With Me | Текст песни

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Get your hands up
The sky's falling
Get your hands up
It's the apocalypse
Got a mouth full of lambs blood
Dam broke down
The whole town flooded
Your man couldn't cut it
Got his fake ass gutted
He muttered something monotoned
Under his breath
Now he's out first round
With his hand on his chest
Must have been a cardiac
Now he's searching for his Pontiac
To get back to a bar attack
To brush up on his battle rap
We hit the high hats and make it clap
We wear plaid after labor day and still get ass
We're high-class, low brow, over bomb beats
Cloggin' more ateries than the drive-thru at Arby's.

Singin', I love Rock 'n' Roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby.
I love Rock 'n' Roll
Put another dime and dance with me!

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