God Is a DJ

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah, oh, yeah
Mm, yeah, yeah

I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high
Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes
Now I see the world as a candy store
With a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore

Like, "Mommy, I love you
Daddy, I hate you
Brother, I need you
Lover, hey, fuck you"
I can see everything
Here with my third eye
Like the blue in the sky

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given
It's all how you use it

Mm-mmh
(If, if, God)

I've been the girl, middle finger in the air
Unaffected by rumors, the truth, I don't care
So open your mouth, stick out your tongue
You might as well let go
You can't take back what you've done

So find a new lifestyle
A new reason to smile
Look for Nirvana
Under the strobe lights (strobe lights)
Sequins and sex dreams
You whisper to me
There's no reason to cry

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given
It's all how you use it

You take what you get, and you get what you give
I say, "Don't run from yourself, man, that's no way to live" (no, no)
I've got a record in my bag, you should give it a spin
(You should give it a spin)
Lift your hands in the air so that life can begin (life can began)
If God is a DJ, if God
Say, if God is a DJ (if God is a DJ)
Then life is a dance floor
(God is a DJ) Get your ass on the dance floor now

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
If God is a DJ (is a DJ), life is a dance floor
You get what you're given
It's all how you use it

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
Then you are the music
If God is a DJ (said if God), life is a dance floor (if God)
You get what you're given
It's all how you use it

If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
Love is the rhythm
(Then God wants you to shake your ass) Then you are the music
If God is a DJ, life is a dance floor
You get what you're given (then get your ass)
It's all how you use it (on the dance floor)



Credits
Writer(s): Alecia Moore, Billy Mann, Jonathan Scott Davis
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