Hit me with your Donna Summer grooves Hit me with your Michael Jackson moves You only want to get fucked by the beat As love on the floor becomes obsolete
Love becomes obsolete But you're still by my side
Physical prayers are soaking your skirt It's not your first time - it's not gonna hurt Babe, you're a furnace - so turn up the heat As love on the floor becomes obsolete
Love becomes obsolete But you're still by my side
Hit me with the future, baby Tell me what I need to know Tell me there's no Hades down below
Dance like you're emancipated Sin like there's no God above I will never ever ask for love