U.B.C.L. - MNDR

Faux fur on my bed, we’re moving slowly

Fill my glass, take it down, turn off that movie

Paint me gold, you can have my silver jewelry

Keep our sunglasses on, those colors move me

Falling down a straight line onto the dance floor

Filter sweep shakes my bones, give me bass more

Turn it up, get me off, I had it my way

DJ loop this, shh up until the break of day

Why don’t you come along

Spinning backwards all night long

This rhythm moves along

Why not get emotional

You can come along

Grab my hand and we’ll both get gone

Say the, to discretion

Let’s get our party on, oh

I know a place we can go, they got white tiger

'Round the back, brass doors, draped in fliers

Bitter sweet, no rewind, there is no leaving

Cardboard club burning up the air we’re breathing

Why don’t you come along

Spinning backwards all night long

This rhythm moves along

Why not get emotional

You can come along

Grab my hand and we’ll both get gone

Say the, to discretion

Let’s get our party on, can’t walk in straight lines