Dance Like its Saturday Night

Takata came to me, knockin at my door
Tryna sell me down, some shit I, can't afford

Tell me why, tell me why
Do I do these things
Say goodbye, say goodbye
To my good ole strings, I know
I hope

Feeling out of touch, feeling out of line
But I'm all dressed up, so I'm feeling fine

Do or die, do or die
Leave it on the floor
Stay inside, stay inside
Like you were before the groove, it so smooth

Dance like its Saturday night, no reason to fight the feeling, touch the ceiling
Dance like its Saturday night, no reason to fight the feeling, touch the ceiling, tonight