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She Wants Revenge - Out Of Control

Película // Movie: Pulp fiction Lyrics: With her high heel against the wall Kind of dancing, though not at all She had stockings running up to her thigh Snaps her finger to keep the time. From the back of the room I saw her there I said she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare But then she noticed me glance at her I had no choice but to dance with her. The lights they move sideways and up and down The beat takes you over and spins you 'round Our hearts steady beating, our sweat turns to cold We're slaves to the DJ and out of control I watched her feet move Her hips they sway Does a hair flip And starts to say 'oh my god it's my favourite song' I pull her close and she sings along We can't slow down even if we try If the record keeps spinning then so will I She likes disco and tastes like a tear Tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near The lights they move sideways and up and down The beat takes you over and spins you round Our hearts steady beating, our sweat turns to cold We're slaves to the DJ and out of control we've got no where to go We've got nothing to prove Instead dancing alone I should be dancing with you This song turning me on The beat is doing me in Or maybe its only you But either way let's begin we've got no where to go We've got nothing to prove Instead dancing alone I should be dancing with you This song turning me on The beat is doing me in Or maybe its only you But either way let's begin we've got no where to go We've got nothing to prove Instead dancing alone I should be dancing with you This song turning me on The beat is doing me in Or maybe its only you But either way let's begin The lights they move sideways and up and down The beat takes you over and spins you round Our hearts steady beating, our sweat turns to cold We're slaves to the DJ and out of control The lights they move sideways and up and down The beat takes you over and spins you round Our hearts steady beating, our sweat turns to cold We're slaves to the DJ and out of control