Текст песни Blood on the Dance Floor - Plastique

Blood on the Dance Floor

You’ve got to move it\nYou’ve got to prove it\nYou’ve got to move it, prove it, move it, prove it\nFuck me on the dance floor\nGirls on the dance floor\nWe’re a bunch of weirdos\nA bunch of people on our knees\nAnd we are shakin' shakin' meat\nWe hate our faces\nOur fancy suits;\nOur faking smiles\nAnd put our hands up in the air\nSo please DJ…\nPlay some Ramones\nIs that ok?\n‘Cause you know\nI’ll…\nKill ya!\nBlood on the dance floor\nHey Mr. DJ\nYou’re pretty smooth, uh-huh\nI like your moves, uh-huh\nBut your tunes make me wanna fucking kill\nI’m on a mission\nFor some transfixion\nAnd be a good boy\nIt will only hurt if you don’t do it, as I say\nPlay some Ramones\nJust fucking play ‘cause you know\nI’ll… Kill ya\nI’ll kill ya\nBlood on the dance floor