Friday night and the city’s filled with neonlights.
   Hunting high and low, searching for the place to go.
   Where I find the glamour and champagne like Fred and Ginger in the rain.
   Oh boy can’t you believe it, I can prove dancin’s a fever.
   Oh boy, it’s easy to feel it it’s the groove that makes you believe it.
   In control, When you let the music in your soul, like a moviestar, dirty dancing on a discobar.
   Would you spend the night and stay with me we’ll be each others fantasy.
   If you can read between the lines maybe we can spend some time finding out whats right or wrong maybe we can get it on.