And I came here to make you dance tonight I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you
And I don't even know What kind of fool you're taking me for So you got some brand new clothes You never could afford before Oh brothers let us all We don't care anymore We just wanna get down on the floor You sell yourself to make it You can dish it, but can you really take it?
You never gonna get her with nothing 'Cause nothings what you got in your head So stop pretending
I came here to make you dance tonight I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you Shut up 'cause we won't stop We're getting down 'till the suns coming up
And I don't even read What the papers gonna say about me Oh no, I can't believe Were taken so serious, seriously So oh-oh please, don't talk anymore Shut your mouth and get down on the floor So sinacle, oh baby I can dish it 'Cause I don't know how to take it
Never gonna win anymore So fuck them if they can't take a joke I'm just playing
I came here to make you dance tonight I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you Shut up 'cause we won't stop We're getting down 'till the suns coming up
And maybe some day I'll believe (maybe some day I'll believe) That we are all a part of some bigger plan Tonight I just don't give a damn (so shut your mouth it's time to dance) If the world is ending, I'm throwing the party
I came here to make you dance tonight I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you Shut up 'cause we won't stop We're getting down 'till the suns coming up
Compositores: Gabriel Edward Saporta (BMI), Patrick Martin Stumph (Patrick Stump) (BMI)Editores: Blast Beat Music, Chicago X Softcore Songs (BMI), EMI April Music Inc (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #3034929 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM