All you people look at me like I’m a little girl. Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world.

Always saying little girl don’t step into the club. Well I’m just tryin’ to find out why cause dancing’s what I love.

 I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy. But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy. What’s practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?

All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancing there.

I’m a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.

I’m a slave for you. I won’t deny it; I’m not trying to hide it.