If Disco Was a Man

Guilty
You make love seem like it's a real thing
We're in unison like a drill team
I need you, you need me
Honey to green tea
Glamour
In his walk oh he makes me stammer
And his talk it sets the gold standard
I'm woozy
I'm hammered
I'm drunk off the funk and the disco dancers

Even when my hair is a mess
He says I'm his favorite
In my glitter satin dress
He calls me his goddess
Sex and love is his prowess
I get lost in his caress
Code blue
Cardiac arrest
Oh he passes every test

I'm drunk off the disco
Drunk off the disco
Glamour in his walk
Disco in his talk
He's all that I want



Credits
Writer(s): Bryana Arriola
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