All night only crappy music would play
And the people would dance to it?!
Me and my friends are just sitting and drinking
Just looking at the watches on our wrists
And heaving a deep sigh
(I didnt wanna end the night like this
So I was annoyed and on a piece of paper,)
I scribbled on the song I wanted
And with a beer bottle in one hand
(I want to tell this to the DJ, I turned around and)
The moment I gave him a wink
My music starts to flow


*Dont stop me
Please dont turn the music off DJ
This is my song
Turn up the volume DJ


The music changed again
And we went back in


The people were all hyped up again
And ran up to the stage
And again we were in boredom
And we stood up to go home
When I hear the familiar voice of the DJ
(Ok everyone clear the stage!
Pretty Lady dont go home!)
Seeing the cute face expression of the grinning DJ
I put down my purse, take off my coat)
And we head to the stage and
My music starts to flow


repeat *


Im a slave to this funky music
They are the sexy women in the rhythm
They are riding the rhythm well
This is heavens grace
The high passion makes up for the low passion
It really makes it up