Dancing (On Your Own)

Desire, rip through me like a flame
Like a lover for hire, hear it calling out my name
I stand ten feet tall over the audience
Concealed window, dark round sunglasses
I can see it all going down, eight people on the floor

Loose helicopter arms and swayin' like a doll
Still subtle in a way
Don't make no sense at all
Under a dark-lit disco ball
She was dancing on her own

Dancing, dancing on your own
Oh yeah, dancing, dancing on your own, oh
I've only got my eyes for you
Over the other seven people in the room
And if I wasn't tied to this microphone
We could be dancing on our own together

Desire, come to me like a dog
I play the electric lyre
But shoot my lines in analogue, oh yeah
All hula hoop hips are moving to and fro to the music on my lips
Some kinda devil disco
Sending out signals with my thrust
Seeing someone groovin' to this stuff is like finding gold dust
And in a drug-fuelled fever dream
Most titillating vision I have ever seen

Alright, now dancing, dancing on your own
Oh yeah, dancing, dancing on your own, oh
I've only got my eyes for you
I watch you moving from the other side of the room
And if I wasn't tied to this microphone
We could be dancing on our own together

Dancing, dancing on your own
Dancing, dancing on your own
Moving to the sound of this devilish disco
The most mystifying vision I have ever known, alright



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Tuplin
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