I don't go to parties, baby
'Cause people tend to freak me out
Watch their lips, you can work it out
I can hear the words, but I still don't know what it's all about
You won't see me down the disco mama
Bright lights really hurt my eyes
I'd rather stay and dance with you
To the funky music playing on your stereo, oh
(Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better
Better than you and me
(Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better
Better than you and me
I don't go to concerts baby
Music's always up too loud
Cigarettes and alcohol get up my arse
I always lose you in the crowd, yeah
You won't see me tribal raving baby
'Cause I won't ever look that good
I'd rather dance in ugly pants
In the comfort of a lounge room in Suburbia, oh
(Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better
Better than you and me
(Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better
Better than you and me
That's right
(Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better
Better than you and me
(Ooh-ooh) well, things don't get no better
Better than you and me
That's right
Better than you and me
Better than you and me
Thank you, Mr. DJ
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