The Busker

Wait now
Can you speak up, it’s a little bit loud?
I’m a little bit lost, oh
Fucked up
Might be the drinks or the social tease of anxiety


The tension I’m getting
The faces I drew on
I can’t focus, you should know this
When did it get suck and I’m gone

I feel better in my sweater
I got my stereo, I’ll play you songs you know
But hey, wait, what you say?


Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna dance? (Dance)
Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna dance? (Dance, dance, dance)


It’s on
And go outside for the very first try, I can save the night (Yeah)
If you’re keen, got some indoor shoes
I can offer you, get you in the groove


The tension is lifting
Another moment would’ve been too much
It’s the real me, our own party
Our own party, (Our own party, ah!)


I feel better in my sweater
Got the radio, is this a song you know?
But hey, wait, what you say?

Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna dance? (Dance)
Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna dance?


(Dance)
(Dance)
(Dance)
(Dance)


I feel better in my sweater
Got the radio, is this a song you know?
But hey, what you say?


Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna dance? (Dance)
Do you wanna dance?
Do you wanna dance (Dance)
Do you wanna dance?
(Dance, dance, dance) You wanna dance
(Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance)