D*I*S*C*O*

It's strange to say|My night is day|My hands are stars|Only cold and grey|And when I start to crawl|I walk into a wall|I am some kind of other to you now||Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco||And I'd be queen |If you'll be my|King of Spades_We own the cold and greys|And good luck to you now|You came and turned me 'round|Your hands are white, whiter than the sun||Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco||Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco|Our life, we live it in disco||Oh oh, oh oh