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Dizzy on the Floor
03:43
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Heart pounding as you enter
And you beam a smile from across the bar
Tonight I am in luck
Cuz I'm feeling like your touch
Can't be too far
There's no need to be nervous
Cuz that's when you slap a shot into my hand
Tell me to throw it back
Add another to the tab
With a knowing glance
You tell me that the night is still young
We'll drink one down and get another one
Speeding up as I slow down
You're a twirling top as I kiss the ground
I'm dizzy on the floor baby
And you're dancing in circles around me
I thought I could keep up baby
But you're dancing in circles around me
Now I'm staring at the ceiling
All because you hit me right between the eyes
I stagger to my feet
I won't admit defeat
Not with this pride
I won't try to find a way out
As long as I leave with you at the end of the night
But your moves are all a blur
And my words all start to slur
Down with no fight
You tell me that the night is still young
There are two of you where I saw one
Speeding up as I slow down
You're a twirling top as I kiss the ground
Steady steady, I think I learned my lesson this time
Steady steady, I think I learned my lesson this time
Learned my lesson this time
Learned my lesson this time
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2. |
Second Date
02:38
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T-minus 60
I should get to acting quickly
For the first time all night
No more dancing blindly
And moving in a haze
And that's when we lock eyes
You hold me in your gaze
What would I do,
If tomorrow comes and I don't have you?
What do you say,
Can we meet here for our second date?
T-minus 35
And I just got my tongue untied
For the first time all night
Tell your friend I'm sorry
I didn't see the ring
You just laugh it all off
The beat goes on and we sing
It's safe to say I must be in the zone
Where sobriety is a kiss of death
And time's running out so give me something to remember you
T-minus 10
I just bought a round for all your friends
For the first time all night
Then we clink our glasses
Before you're off the floor
Can I call you sometime? Oh.......
You're walking out the door
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3. |
Press Play
03:50
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I got a thing or two to say to you
I remember when you'd come through for me
All thanks to your tunes
I could charm anyone in the room
But you've since left me stranded
In this jungle and I hope I pull through
Press play and the crowd is yours
Press play and the crowd is yours
But you don’t have me
I got a thing or two to say to you
I remember the nights here were so carefree
The music was loud
And my friends and the boys all got on well
But now I feel like a teacher
Looking after kids on a playground
Well you got me spinning
Stuck on your turntable
Each night’s a broken record on repeat
But my patience is thinning
So it's time that I stepped off
And after tonight there will be
No More Mr. DJ for me
The girls want top shelf if they're gonna talk
The guys all form a line around the block
I'm not an ATM
I'm not some trophy to be won
I'm done with girls like these
I'm done with guys who won't grow up
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The masses swarm like paparazzi
Like you're a celebrity
Impossible to go unnoticed
And I wanna be your VIP
I'll take that tiara and scepter
From your friend's little scene
And I'll put them in your possession
And show this crowd just what I mean
When I say...
You're queen of the club
The boys all want you
You're queen of the club
Girls envy how you can have anything
So take my hand
And crown me your new king
Rejection becomes second nature
When you're part of the peasantry
But don't be so quick to write me off
Not when you're making those eyes at me
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5. |
Drunk Food
04:00
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Truth may be
Harder to swallow than shots
There comes a point
When dancing's gotta stop
Drinking himself sick over someone else calls for a change
He takes the hint when the bouncer turns him away
Second date lost,
When she went out the door
Heart on the sleeve
Slipped and fell to the floor
Ping-ponging their eyes between the entrance and their phones
In this crowded diner they lament being alone.
The liquid courage starts to drain
As the liquid courage starts to drain away,
They wanna close their eyes and lay their heads on down
But they eat their drunk food and sober up for now
Won the battle
Now they're winning the war
Rejoice with a feast
Over all they fought for
Despite their cheers their celebration rings out hollow
The real queen left with her new king hours ago
The liquid courage starts to drain
As the liquid courage starts to drain away,
There's no answer for the emptiness that's hanging around
So they eat their drunk food and sober up for now
Best night of your life?
Highest tab on your card
Wasted another night
Moving but not getting far
Lift the needle cuz the record's broke
Amateur hour's over
It's time to become a pro
Back at the palace the queen's done with making out,
She retires to her chambers and the king's left on the couch
The liquid courage starts to drain
As the liquid courage starts to drain away,
Tonight's the night they both decide to stop sleeping around
So they eat their drunk food and sober up for now.
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The Mad Sugars Nashville, Tennessee
In another time, songwriter Adam Lawrence fronted a garage rock dance pop band called The Mad Sugars in New York City, until life happened and Adam found himself in Nashville. Now with the band reformed, The Mad Sugars come to you with the Reboot EP, a reintroduction and reimagining of once-known songs for a new audience and the beginning of a new era. ... more
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