(lyrics are written by Gabe Saporta)

And I came here to make you dance tonight.
I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you.

And I don't even know,
What kinda fool you're taking me for.
So you've got some brand new clothes,
You never could afford before.

Oh, brother, spare us all.
We don't care anymore.
We just wanna get down on the floor.
You sell yourself to make it.
You can dish it, but can you really take it?

You're never gonna get it with nothing,
'Cause nothing's what you got in your head,
So stop pretending.

And I came here to make dance tonight.
I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you.
Shut up 'cause we won't stop.
We're getting down 'til the sun's coming up.
[2x]

And I don't even read
What the papers gotta say about me.
Oh, no, I can't believe
They take it so serious. Seriously..

I'm so bored, oh, please, don't talk anymore.
Shut your mouth and get down on the floor.
So cynical.
Poor baby. I can dish it 'cause I know how to take it.

You're never gunna win 'em all.
So fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.
[Haha]
I'm just playing.

And I came here to make dance tonight.
I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you.
Shut up 'cause we won't stop.
We're getting down 'til the sun's coming up.
[2x]

And maybe someday I'll believe
(Maybe someday I'll believe)
That we are all apart of some bigger plan.
Tonight I just don't give damn
(So shut your mouth, it's time to dance)
If the world is ending, I'm throwing a party.

And I came here to make dance tonight.
I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you.
Shut up 'cause we won't stop.
We're getting down 'til the sun's coming up.
[Repeats 'til fade out]
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Thanks to (Cameron. M.) for correcting these lyrics. May 3, 2008