Les Rythmes Digitales (Jacques Le Cont) Follow

I can't move and I hate the way my feet go
I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show
Why can't she see?

It's so sad, she always sees the good side
Life sucks when you're living on the inside
She's so sweet and she covers me with honey
Why can't she see?

Disco, I can't dance to disco
Disco, white suits and gigolos

I'm a whore, paranoid and schizo
Hit the floor, chewing on the lino
I'm a mess, throw me like a yo-yo
Why can't you see?

Grill me in and squash me like a cockroach
Watch me sink down to [Incomprehensible]
I can't move and I hate the way my feet go
Why can't she see?

Disco, I can't dance to disco
Disco, white suits and gigolos
Disco, I can't dance to disco
Disco, white suits and gigolos

Oh, I hate those disco kings
Silk shirts and signet rings
Oh, I hate those greasy kings
Cuban heels and rubber skins

Disco, I can't dance to disco
Disco, white suits and gigolos
Disco, I can't dance to disco
Disco, white suits and gigolos

Disco, I can't dance to disco
Disco, white suits and gigolos

Can't dance to disco
I can't dance to disco
I can't dance to disco
Disco

I can't move and I hate the way my feet go
I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show