Hit me with your Donna Summer grooves
Hit me with your Michael Jackson moves
You only want to get fucked by the beat
As love on the floor becomes obsolete
Love becomes obsolete
But you're still by my side
Physical prayers are soaking your skirt
It's not your first time - it's not gonna hurt
Babe, you're a furnace - so turn up the heat
As love on the floor becomes obsolete
Love becomes obsolete
But you're still by my side
Hit me with the future, baby
Tell me what I need to know
Tell me there's no Hades down below
Dance like you're emancipated
Sin like there's no God above
I will never ever ask for love