Fists Pumping On the Dance Floor
Written August 28, 2015
Just another night at the disco
Just another night puting on a show
Pouring our souls over the sweat drenched fists pumping on the dance floor
They scream out like flowers in a spring bloom
Dancing on E Street with Crazy Horse
Breaking hearts in the back room
So come a little closer
Let me drop a little rhythm in your ear
Sweet nothings on the dance floor
See what tonight's got in store
So pump up the beat a little more
Let their feet fall right through the floor
Let 'em feel the bass pumping through their veins
Coming right at 'em like a freight train
There should be more ants marching on the floor
But without their queen we'll take what we can get
Their hearts are jumping and they're screaming for more
Despite not knowing who they're screaming for
Little jack rabbits wailing for
Eager sailors ready to explore
Keep on dancing the night away
Whether to celebrate or numb the pains of yesterday
Don't stop, always want a little more
Stand up, demand a vicious encore
For when your heart slows
You won't be able to dance anymore
So come a little closer
Let me drop a little rhythm in your ear
Sweet nothings on the dance floor
See what tonight's got in store
So pump up the beat a little more
Let their feet fall right through the floor
Let 'em feel the bass pumping through their veins
Coming right at 'em like a freight train
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2015
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