We like love songs
Sang by women
We like radio stars
We like ballads
Mood uneven
Volume up in the car

Gimme gimme gimme
Chance to the answer
To your daily problems
On the dance-floor
When the lights are glowing
Through the phantoms

We take up the stage for
You to have something to dance for

We like songs
We write songs
To keep you out
On the dance-floor

We like venues
Young heads, torn hats
We like kids giving in

We like whispers
Stabbed in our backs
We like faces flicking