And I came here to make you dance tonight
I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you

And I don't even know
What kinda fool you're taking me for
So you've got some brand new clothes,
You never could afford before

Oh brother spare us all
We don't care anymore
We just wanna get down on the floor
You sell yourself to make it
You can dish it, but can you really take it

You're never gonna get it with nothing
Cause nothing's what you got in your head
So stop pretending

[Chorus: x2]
I came here to make you dance tonight
I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you
Shut up cause we won't stop
And we're getting down till the sun's coming up

And I don't even read
What the papers gotta say about me
Oh, no I can't believe
They take it so serious, seriously

I'm so bored, oh please don't talk anymore
Shut your mouth and get down on the floor

So cynical
Poor baby I can dish it cause I know how to take it

You're never gonna win em all
So fuck em if they can't take a joke
I'm just playing

[Chorus: x2]

And maybe someday I'll believe
(maybe someday I'll believe)
That we are all apart of some bigger plan
Tonight I just don't give a damn
(so shut your mouth it's time to dance)
If the world is ending, I'm throwing the party

[Chorus: x4]

Writer : SAPORTA, GABE / STUMP, PATRICK
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC