Kylie Minogue - Your Disco Needs You Lyrics
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Your Disco Needs You
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What Are The Lyrics For Your Disco Needs You By Kylie Minogue?
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you Desperately seeking someone, willing to travel You're lost in conversation and useless at Scrabble Happiness will never last, Darkness come's to kick your ass So let's dance through all our fears War is over for a bit The whole world shoud be moving do your part Cure a lonely heart Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you We're sold on vanity, but that's so see through Take your body to the floor, your disco needs you From Soho to Singapore From the mainlands to the shore So let's dance through all our fears War is over for a bit You're a slave to the rhythm do your part Cure a lonely heart Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Ah ha Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Ah ha Ah So let's dance through all our fears War is over for a bit The whole world should be moving do your part Cure a lonely heart Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you Your disco, your disco, your disco needs, you! |
Who Wrote Your Disco Needs You By Kylie Minogue?
Kylie Minogue, Robert Peter Williams, Guy Antony Chambers
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