Tekster:
Ministry Of Sound Clubbers Guide 2007

paradise of love and joy A destination unknown Destination unknown We left the city, the pollution, the crowd The air is clear, the ocean's blue, I love that sound

[Verse 1] I never return to love somebody Now all that I need is all I see in you And only you And if you get lost I'll always find you You're all

You make me see thinks clear Nothing of my need You make me see thinks clear Nothing of my need You make me see thinks clear Nothing of my need No more

I know you niggas gonna take to the club VIP You ain't stuntin' like us No, Oh Yeah! I know you niggas gonna take to the club VIP You ain't stuntin

put your hands up put your hands up put your hands up put your hands up put your hands up for detroit a lovely city

you heard you taught the times again we lived in sadness, you walked away and didnt care just look inside me, you knew that il be there, always around

london work it out new york work it out madrid work it out LA work it out san francisco work it out detroit work it out chicago work it out london