[MouseWife]

With a high heel against the wall, kind of dancing though not at all
She had stocking running up to her thigh
Snaps her fingers to keep the time
From the back of the room I saw her there
I see she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare
But then she noticed me glance at her
I had no choice but to dance with her
The lights that move sideways and up and down
The beat takes you over and spins you round
Our hearts steady beating, the sweat turns to cold
We're slaves to the dj and out of control
I watch her feet move, her hips they sway
Does a hair-flip, then starts to say
"Oh my God it's my favorite song!"
I pull her close and she sings along
We can't slow down even if we try, if the record keeps spinning so will I
She likes disco and tastes like a tear
Tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near
We got nowhere to go, we got nothing to prove, instead of dancing alone I
Should be dancing with you
The song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in, or maybe it's only you, but either way let's begin