Letra de U.B.C.L. (Peter Wade Dub) - Mndr

U.B.C.L. (C.L.U.B.)

C-L-U-B

Faux fur on my bed, we�re moving slowly
Fill my glass, take it down, turn off that movie
Paint me gold, you can have my silver jewelry
Keep my sunglasses on, those colors move me

C-L-U-B

Falling down a straight line onto the dance floor
Filter sweep shakes my bones, give my bass more
Turn it up, get me off, I had it my way
DJ loop this shh up until the break of day

Why don�t you come along
Spinning backwards all night long
This rhythm moves along
Why not get emotional
You can come along
Grab my hand and we�ll both get gone
Say the to discretion
Let�s get our party on

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C-L-U-B

I know a place we can go, they got white tiger
�Round the back, brass doors, draped in flyers
Bitter sweet, no rewind, there is no leaving
Cardboard club burning up the air we�re breathing

Why don�t you come along
Spinning backwards all night long
This rhythm moves along
Why not get emotional
You can come along
Grab my hand and we�ll both get gone
Say the to discretion
Let�s get our party on

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C-L-U-B

Can�t walk in straight lines

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C-L-U-B