lately i've veen thinking there is something i should probably saynlike i need you. i want you. why don't you just listening?nall the notches in the belts and the obsession with yourself's grown old.nit's become so clear to me that you would oh so easily sell out your soldiers up the river.nnwell, everybody's got a new sensationneveryone is disco calling your namenand everyone has got their own frustrationsnit's all the same because we all feel the same waynwell, everybody's got a new sensationnand everyone is disco calling your namenand everybody's got the same temptationsnkeep them at bay cause we don't have a thing to saynnthe floor's covered in lights and i've been thinking that i might get downncause i need this. i want this. i'm wanting you to hear me outna lot of times your heart and eyes are sending out such different wordsnand the truth is you're useless as much as the tune that i heard you sing about mennwe're getting down on holidays and hollow nightsnin the places where you know my name is spelled out in spotlightsnso act right, or take your tired wordsnand make an even trade for pool parties and fireworksni have heard you are what you eat, and if that's truenthen i must have accidentally swallowed ernest evans' dancing shoesnstop now. get a grip. show me what you're working with. shaking hips. this is it. start the party. hit the switch.