Tekster: The Killers. Hot Fuss. Believe Me Natalie.

Believe me, Natalie, listen, Natalie
This is your last chance to find
A go go dance to disco now

Please believe me, Natalie, listen, Natalie
This is your last chance to find
A go go dance to disco now

Forget what they said in Soho
Leave the 'Oh no's' out
And believe me, Natalie, listen Natalie
This is your last chance

There is an old cliche
Under your Monet, baby
Remember the arch of roses
Right above your couch

Forget what they said in Soho
Leave the 'Oh no's' out
Yes, there is an old cliche
Under your Monet, baby

You left the station now to the floor
With speculation, what was it for?
In that old hallway, Moses, why don't you say?
You've been away for a long time

Believe me, Natalie
This is your last chance to find a go go
Forget what they said in Soho and walk away

In my dreams, for us, can't get you through
Just one more day, it's alright by me

God, help me somehow
There's no time for survival left
The time is now
'Cause this might be your last chance to disco