Y's

This is our party.
It's we who chose the songs
And you can't get in and don't do the dance.
Because this is our night, it's our fight
It's our dance, it's our chance to feel alive.
We’ll make love on the dance floor because this is our revolution.
Do the dance with me.
Smell the sour and freedom in the air.
Every chord will hit us like a bullet.
C'mon, feet dangling.
Don't miss the beat.
Don't miss the heartbeat.
Would you join us?