D-Days - Hazel O' Connor

Put on your face, put on your clothes

Going out dancing, pose, pose

Wind our bodies round and round

Move to the rhythm of the fare rave sounds

These are decadent days

These are decadent ways

These are de-de-decadent days

De-de-decadent days

Swing to the left, swing to the right

Thrust your hips to the flashing light

Whirling dervish here’s the rule

Sweating hot but you stay cool

These are decadent days

These are decadent ways

These are de-de-decadent days

De-de-decadent days

The whole room is vibrating

With all our bodies shaking

But still they’re hesitating

From really taking it and really taking it

Making it, taking it

These are decadent days

These are decadent ways

These are de-de-decadent days

De-de-decadent days

The whole room is vibrating

With all our bodies shaking

But still they’re hesitating

From really taking it and really taking it

Making it, taking it

These are decadent days

These are decadent ways

These are de-de-decadent days

De-de-decadent days