"Fucking On The Dance Floor" Lyrics

Look at you with your new wave haircut
Check you out with your airbrush makeup
Look at you
Check you out

Look at you with your white mesh half shirt
Check you out with your spandex miniskirt
Look at you
Check you out

And what's the deal with that hot shit head toss?
What the fuck, is that hot pink lip gloss?
What's the deal?
What the fuck?

You make me sick.
Yeah right

You're such a black lacquer table
Excuse me? You sure talk a lot.

Well you're as fake as a beauty shop nagle
Admit it, you want what I got
You've got invisible fangs
And Terri Nunn bangs
Your erotic cabaret is nonstop
You're wearing too many belts
And I bet they leave welts
Shut up and dance cause I wanna pop

Get over here
I know what you want
Yeah?
Yeah.

Look at you with your teenage hard on
Check you out with your black lace bra on
Look at you
Check you out

Look at you with your mouth on my tit
Check you out with your hand on my dick
Look at you
Check you out, yeah
Look at you with my hand down your pants
Check you out getting' fucked while we dance
Look at you
Check you out

Fuckin' on the dance floor
Fuckin' on the dance floor
Everybody's fuckin'
Fuckin' on the dance floor