My heart is worn out
Like a scratched record
That's been played too much
My heart is up tempo
Like a disco hit
That's been danced to too much

My heart is vinyl
That starts at a quarter turn
And on my turntable
Love has to spin

The heart that runs away
When the diamond strays
When the song changes
My heart gets cold
Like for the first time
On an Abba slow dance

My heart is vinyl
That starts at a quarter turn
And on my turntable
Love has to spin

Curled up in a disco ball
Shedding glitter tears
On the dance floor
Always shaking the head
Always moving the hips

My heart is synth
Like an outdated record
That's thrown in the attic
My heart is a hit parade
That no longer likes to be taken for a ride
That wants to fill stadiums

My heart is vinyl
That starts at a quarter turn
And on my turntable
Love has to spin

Curled up in a disco ball
Shedding glitter tears
On the dance floor
Always shaking the head
Always moving the hips

Curled up in a disco ball
Shedding glitter tears
On the dance floor
Always shaking the head
Always moving the hips

Always shaking the head

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la

Always shaking the head
Always moving the hips

La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la

Always shaking the head
Always moving the hips

Curled up in a disco ball
Shedding glitter tears
On the dance floor

Always shaking the head

La-la-la, la-la-la
Curled up in a disco ball
Shedding glitter tears
On the dance floor

La-la-la, la-la-la
Always moving the hips

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