: (H.W.Casey / R.Finch) AahEverybody, get on the floor, let's dance! Don't fight your feelings, give yourself a chance! Shake shake shake, shake shake
: (B.Bryant - B.Miller - A.Peebler) I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window
: (P.Cowley - S.James) There is something I wanna ask you There is something that I want to know. And to this question you have the answer So tell
: (K.Young / C.Jankel) I hold you I touch you In a maze can't find my way I think you I drink you I'm being served you on a tray. You see girl that
: (M.Birts - N.Martinelli - T.Price) Yeah you wanna know Act just like Act just like you know Whoa you just aughta know Yeah When your feeling down
: (A.Adrienne - M.Barry) Oh baby it's been so long I've waited so long and now that I have you I want you to come come come come into my arms oh
: (S.Robinson) Can't stop me now hear what I say My feet wanna move so get out my way I'm gonna have my say I'm going to every discotheque I'm gonna
: (A.Ingram - L.John - S.Jolley - T.Swain) Searching for a destiny that's mine there's another place another time. Touching many hearts along the way
: (J.J.Bolden - J.Robinson) Saddle up and ride your poney sit around and you'll be lonely. Saddle up and make the dust fly sit around and you will just
: (H.W.Casey - R.Finch) Woman Take me in your arms Rock your baby Woman Take me in your arms Rock your baby. Thre's nothin' to it just say you wanna
: (L.Johnson - G.Johnson - V.Johnson - R.Temperton - Q.Jones) Steppin' out the weekends open wide Fill it up let's blast the jams and ride While we'
: (M.Leforestier/E.Wandelmer) Quel etait l?air Quel etait l?air Qui flottait sur la ville Au dessus des tuiles Dans le ciel desert Immobile Tout semblait
: (O.Cheatham / Mc C.Kevin Duane) Get down, it's saturday night. Saturday night, saturday night. Get down, it's saturday night Saturday night, saturday
: (F.Porterie-Images/Images) Tu t?eveilles, tu t?agites, tu souris Et l?espace, tout autour, s?agrandit C?est du bleu, dans le gris, le soleil apres
: (F.Porterie-Images/E.Wandelmer) Dans le secret de ton regard tranquille Des doigts poses sur une machine docile Ton reve d?enfant Prend vie sous tes
sacres De joies ou de souffrances Qui ont fait mon existence Ne reste presque rien Trop de ciel dans mes yeux Pour remonter leur trace Inexorablement Leur image
: (F.Porterie-Images/Images) J?veux rien savoir du monde qui appartient Aux «faiseurs de lendemains» Qui croient pouvoir, en regardant leurs mains
