"!*The Song formerly known as" Lyrics

I don't go to partys baby
Coz people tend to freak me out
Watch their lips you work it out
I can hear the words but I still don't know what it's all about

You won't see me down the disco mama
Coz bright lights really hurt my eyes
I'd rather stay and dance with you
to the funky music playing on your stereo, oh

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better
Better like you and me
Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better
Better like you and me

I don't go to concerts baby
Music's always up too loud
Cigarettes and alcohol get up my ass
I always lose you in the crowd

You won't see me tribal raving baby
Coz I won't ever look that good
I'd rather dance in ugly pants in the comfort of a loungeroom in suburbia, oh,oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better
Better like you and me
Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better
Better like you and me

That's right

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better
Better like you and me
Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better
Better like you and me

That's right

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better
Better like you and me
Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better
Better like you and me

Better like you and me
Better like you and me

Thankyou Mr. DJ