World Club from Semiotic Scheme by Monsine

Everybody in the world

We march out the door
Dance army ranks are swelling
We can make everyone in love
With our sweatshirts, t-shirts, stockings, headbands

Tonight we run this for real
We got three cities in this club
Shout Delhi, Detroit, Paris
Je suis la musique terroriste

I’ve got that flannel skirt on my thighs
Headband pulled down on my eyes
Club heating to 95
The temperature to dance!

The world is one big club
We are all residents of love
A drum will make you dance
In Berlin, New York, or France

Every city everywhere
People free just want to dance
Let your body feel the trance
The rhythms hard


We march in the club
Dance army half mile long
My rhythm filling up the room
What a perfect perfume

I’m not bragging I’m not lying
We Superstars just bat our eyelids
At the haters at the lovers
At the fighters at the writers
At the dancers drunken prancers
Drunken grinders spaced-out gliders
Sexy dancing in this mansion
NYC- High fashion

• dance
• electronic
• female vocalists
• norway
• pop
• New York