This singer's far too young to know anything about me, and I just wanna dance. I want my head to start spinnin' when they get to the top, and my lungs to start crying cause they want me to stop, But all that I keep thinking is "how big is the drop?" Well as long as I go, where I know, That I'm needed. HEYYYY! Saw you movin' barely hangin' on to the song on the radio. I hate how you're movin'! Go and get out there's no boys in the ballroom.
This singer... This singer... This singer's far too young, This singer.... This singer... But this singer's me. I want the room to start spinnin' like I'm on my way out and my friends to stop whining cause they live out of doubt. And for you to let me know the day the day you figure us out, and I pray for the scene to come clean that they cheated. HEYYYY! Saw you movin'.. Barely hangin' on to the song on the radio. I hate how you're movin, GO AND GET OUT, THERE'S NO BOYS IN THE BALLROOM. NO BOYS IN THE BALLROOMMMM.