Where did we begin?
Back in the days we lived inside each other's skin
We cuddled like we never needed anything
Think of what you'd have to pack
If you left and planned on never coming back
Just the thought of it can stop you in your tracks
And make you stay
Oh but where i'd like to be
Is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me
Someone whispering it's quarter after 3
There's no where I'd rather be
So we talk about this
In a tone that suggests anybody cares
So excited each time anybody dares
And who's your next to call?
Who's impossible?
And who's too close to call?
Who's just desperate for anything at all?
Anything at all, like love...
Oh but where i'd like to be
Is on a dancefloor with my friends all pissed at me
Someone singing and I realise it's me
I realise it's me
Play me good times, shame
Golden years, let the music play
Good times, shame
Golden years, let the music play
Oh it's where i'd like to be
Is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me
Oh it's where i'd like to be
Is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me
Oh it's where I'd like to be
Oh it's where I'd like to be
On a dancefloor
On a dancefloor
On a dancefloor
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