The disco is smoking hot,
Your playful look
Is beyond compare,
You came here to dance
And do what you dare.
Have a look at the dancefloor,
Have a look at the stars,
Take a breath and dance some more,
Be whatever you are.
The disco is flaming red,
You don't wanna flirt tonight,
Your friend looks so lost and sad,
You leave the club
Before someone starts a fight.
Have a look at the dancefloor,
Have a look at the stars,
Take a breath and dance some more,
Be whatever you are.
The city is cold and blue,
The rhythm is still within.
In the rear-view mirror
You see the day
Where your luck begins.
Golden love
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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