Get away from the Sundance I can’t do memories Get away from the Sundance and lap dance You’ve seen me forgetting your smile. So if your mom could to see this. It’s a question long time Get away from the Sundance, and lap dance You’ve seen me forgetting your style.
Your obsession to dreadful songs as the funny snot by your nose Your attention in favourite songs as the funny dancing let me in silence
Come dance, baby I can't try to hate it I can dance at your rate I said: come dance, baby I can't try to hate it I keep moving my tail And she's robed on time And people got a light year Is a question of fate? And she's robed on time And people got a light-year Are you questioning my fate?
Get away from the Sundance I can't do memories Get away from the Sundance, and lap dance You’re keening for letting your style.