but the music is doomed Everybody, dance on, dance on, ooh Dance on, dance on Pick it up Dance on, dance on Dance on, dance on Dance on, dance on A
Übersetzung: Prince. Dance On.
tune They all know the words but the music is doomed Everybody dance on, dance on, ooh! Dance on, dance on Pick it up! Ow! Dance on, dance on
m your savior You dance real hard you might get out on good behavior But if you don't I give you more 'Cause DJ Jazzy Jeff got you trapped on the dance
!) (You go girl) (Go girl!) (You go girl) (Go girl!) (You go girl) (Go girl!) (You go girl) (Go girl!) (You go girl) (You go girl) [Fresh Kid Ice] Get on the dance
the guns come out Now, my question is who they gon' blame When I'm back number one on the Billboard again? Shit shift now, the game done changed Since Mike made Thriller and Prince
: Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were
: These days what?s left of me ain?t no Prince Charming And my Cinderella feels like she stayed at the dance too long We ain?t got much but what we got
young boy hides the pain And he walks so tall, trying to hang on But he knows he's going down again I know he's going down... Darkness fades he's the prince
like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on
far in Bogota Space cake brake at the Titicaca lake Got some more in Ecuador Out for a dance in a dive in Puerto Prince Went too far in Bogota A little
all the hate, sippin on the ski taste I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on imported glass Gettin
' wild (An ancient lunatic reigns in the trees of the night) With hunger at her heels And freedom in her eyes She dances on her knees Pirate prince
Man) (Yeah Man, You Know We Had To Switch It On 'em Right?) Strolling In The Park, And Watching Winter Turn To Spriing (I'm Still Standing On Two Feet
unwinnable war, it's useless, like tits on a bull, little tits on a whore Got a mack and it's full of brats kicking and screaming like little kids throwing fits on
me dance alone Until the lights are on You leave me once again home alone The fridge is full but my heart is achin' You think i can make it on my own