Dance me to the end of love.
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Lips like sugar.
Just like honey.
Dance me to the end of love.
Sorry, I'm dancing with myself.
Sorry, I'm dancing with myself.
I love myself; I want you to love me;
When I feel down, I want you above me.
Pour some sugar on me!
I just want to dance the night away
With senoritas who can sway.
Right now, the future's looking bright.
Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things that you don't have to...
Just like honey.
I'll be your plastic toy.
Will you persist even after I bet you a billion dollars that I'll never love you
Will you persist even after I bet you a billion dollars that I'll never love you
I'm the man who murdered love.
The man who sold the world...