miércoles, 22 de septiembre de 2010

Left my head and my heart on the dancefloor ♫

Hello baby, you called?  I can't hear a thing! I have got no service in the club, you see. What did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me. Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.
Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play, and I cannot text you with a drink in my hand. You should've made some plans with me, you knew that I was free. And now you won't stop calling me.
Stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore!. I don't wanna talk anymore! I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
You can call all you want, but there's no one home, and you're not gonna reach my telephone 'cuz I'm out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bubb.
Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone won't make me leave no faster, put my coat no faster, leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home, 'cause this is a disaster. Callin' like a collector, sorry, I cannot answer!
Not that I don't like you, I'm just at a party. And I am sick and tired of my phone ringing.
Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station. Tonight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancin'.

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