Fucking On The Dance Floor

Look at you with your new wave haircut
 Check you out with your airbrush makeup
 Look at you
 Check you out
 Look at you with your white mesh half shirt
 Check you out with your spandex miniskirt
 Look at you
 Check you out
 And what's the deal with that hot shit head toss?
 What the fuck, is that hot pink lip gloss?
 What's the deal?
 What the fuck?
 You make me sick.
 Yeah right
 You're such a black lacquer table
 Excuse me? You sure talk a lot.
 Well you're as fake as a beauty shop nagle
 Admit it, you want what I got
 You've got invisible fangs
 And Terri Nunn bangs
 Your erotic cabaret is nonstop
 You're wearing too many belts
 And I bet they leave welts
 Shut up and dance cause I wanna pop
 Get over here
 I know what you want
 Yeah?
 Yeah.
 Look at you with your teenage hard on
 Check you out with your black lace bra on
 Look at you
 Check you out
 Look at you with your mouth on my tit
 Check you out with your hand on my dick
 Look at you
 Check you out, yeah
 Look at you with my hand down your pants
 Check you out getting' fucked while we dance
 Look at you
 Check you out
 Fuckin' on the dance floor
 Fuckin' on the dance floor
 Everybody's fuckin'
 Fuckin' on the dance floor