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Jipsta( John Patrick Masterson )
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Middle of the Dancefloor
This is a song for Saturday night
Wherever you are
You might be in Miami
You might be in London
You might be in Atlanta
You might be in New York
I mean this is that straight up big club anthem
Make your way to the dance floor
Make your way to the dance floor
Put your fuckin' drink down
I arrive at the spot
And you know it's 'bout to pop
'Cause the line is down the block
But I don't pay that no mind
We drive around the block
Pull the ride up in the lot
And these boys are pipin' hot
You know what we about to do
'Cause the energy's high
I just might
Take off my shirt when I get inside
Make new friends while the records spin
You might catch me there with a stupid grin
You can't tell who's who by the way we blend
Don't even care how much I spend
Next week I'm gonna do it again
Next week I'm gonna do it again
In the middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
Make my way, make my way
To the middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
Make my way there, make my way there
Flashing lights all around
Floor vibrates from the pumpin' sound
Feels like we in the jungle now
Feels like we in trouble now
'Cause there's boys all around me in a line
One by one we start to grind
I could do this every night
Even Beyonce moves to the right
'Cause the energy's high
I just might
Take off my shirt when I get inside
Make new friends while the records spin
You might catch me there with a stupid grin
You can't tell who's who by the way we blend
Don't even care how much I spend
Next week I'm gonna do it again
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Next week I'm gonna do it again
In the middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
Make my way, make my way
To the middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
Make my way there, make my way there
Now if you over at the bar, you need to put that drink down
Come out the bathroom, go by the DJ
Get up on the stage, get up on a box
Take a deep breath, now bounce
Sometimes I hear a beat, don't know what to do
Feeling this heat consumed with the groove
Shackled to the floor, there's no escape
The rhythm's so ill, I can't be late cause
I'm moving over here
I'm moving over there
I'm moving all around
To the beat, to the sound here we go now
'Cause the energy's high
I just might
Take off my shirt when I get inside
Make new friends while the records spin
You might catch me there with a stupid grin
You can't tell who's who by the way we blend
Don't even care how much I spend
Next week I'm gonna do it again
Next week I'm gonna do it again
In the middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
Make my way, make my way
To the middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
Make my way there, make my way there
In the middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
Make my way, make my way
To the middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
The middle of the dance floor
Make my way there, make my way there
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