Get away from the Sundance
I can’t do memories
Get away from the Sundance and lap dance
You’ve seen me forgetting your smile.
So if your mom could to see this.
It’s a question long time
Get away from the Sundance, and lap dance
You’ve seen me forgetting your style.
Your obsession to dreadful songs as the funny snot by your nose
Your attention in favourite songs as the funny dancing let me in silence
Come dance, baby
I can't try to hate it
I can dance at your rate
I said: come dance, baby
I can't try to hate it
I keep moving my tail
And she's robed on time
And people got a light year
Is a question of fate?
And she's robed on time
And people got a light-year
Are you questioning my fate?
Get away from the Sundance
I can't do memories
Get away from the Sundance, and lap dance
You’re keening for letting your style.