Disco Girl

Disco Girl
Every word you speak knocks me off my feet
I couldn't wait to touch your little ass, your body tastes so sweet
Well the disco boy loves his disco girl
And the rock 'n' roll boy loves his rock 'n' roll girl
And the punk loves his punkette
And the mod loves his modette
But I don't care about fashion what I need is passion
No I don't care about her style for what I love is what's inside
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So let the disco boy have his disco girl
Let the rock 'n' roll boy have his rock 'n' roll girl
Let the punk have his punketteÂ
And let the mod have his modette
Because I don't care about what she wearsÂ
I'm just happy that she caresÂ
No I don't about her style for what I love is what's inside

Every word you speak knocks me off my feetÂ
I couldn't wait to touch your little ass, your body tastes so sweet