Maybe,
We could get in trouble in there
Close the doors,
Can’t you see what’s going on?

Crazy,
My body refuses to be done
Come on,
It doesn’t feel wrong, oh!

I’m going out of control
I wanna be in bold
I wanna be in bold

I’m going out of control
I’m going out of control
I’m going out of control

Light, floor, shoes, dj, dance, party, highway
Bodies, sweat, touch, red lipstick fading
There are boys, don’t you know
That would like to be toys

Through the eyes and heavy make up
Through the blister on their faces
There was a bright scene,
Covered in sin and in colorful jackets