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Blood On The Dance Floor Other

breathe, Dance until your feet bleed Get pussy no doubt Party till' you pass out 1 bottle, 2 bottle, 3 bottles, 4 5 bottle, 6 bottles, Till' I hit the floor

other guys will be the death of me you're just like a pill designed to kill everything you do messes with me, smothering me poison goes down i'm on the

he can, get the knockout Get the knockout Awe fuck it Give me that dame bucket Wh-when I throw this puzsy You better not start duckin Oh yo! He-head on

Today I died And I'm up in heaven Looking down on the world Ark angel number seven I was sent to earth With a mission to complete My memories Remain

death do us part Well baby we're dead So let me get this straight So I'm not mislead Tell me I'm disposable Like I'm just any other But it appears to

dancing under the influence, Blood On The Dance floor You better call the cops because we just won't stop Oh oh, Baby, Blood On The Dance floor, I'm dancing

lever Some beats are great, this beat is greater And some are straight, this one is straighter So get on the floor and forget ya stance And cruise to the beat that makes you dance

love tha crypt but that don't mean i won't bitch smack that lip we got full blood people ? welcome to the greatest show on earth Chorus: (everyone come

wife But then by and by it all went wrong I fell washed up on a shore She stared down at me from up in the storm And I sopped up on the floor For more