Discothèque
You can reach, but you can't grab it.You can't hold it, control itYou can't bag it.
You can push, but you can't direct itCirculate, regulate, oh noYou cannot connect it - love.
You know you're chewing bubble gumYou know what that is but you still want some.You just can't get enough of that lovey-dovey stuff
You get confused, but you know itYeah, you hurt for it, work for it, loveYou don't always show it - love.
Let go, let's go, discotheque.Go, go, let go, discotheque.
Looking for the oneBut you know you're somewhere else instead.You want to be the songThe song that you hear in your headLove, love, love, love.
It's not a trick, you can't learn itIt's the way that you don't pay that's okay'Cause you can't earn it - love
You know you're chewing bubble gumYou know what that isBut you still want someYou just can't get enough of that lovey-dovey stuff
Let go, let's go, discotheque.Go, go, go, go, discotheque.
Looking for the oneBut you know you're somewhere else instead.You want to be the songThe song that you hear in your headLove, love, love.
But you take what you can get'Cause it's all that you can find.Oh you know there's something moreBut tonight, tonight, tonight.Boom cha, boom cha, discotheque.