When we hit the floor it's like the whole world disappears
Just the DJ you and me here, caught up in the atmosphere
The whole world just disappears

No one can touch what we've got, as long as the DJ don't stop
Turning the temperature up -- OH
When we hit the floor, it's like the whole world just disappears

Just the DJ you and me here, caught up in the atmosphere
The whole world just disappears


I'm wound up like a ticking tock,
my mind won't stop
No I can't turn it off

Up tight it just won't stop
No I can't turn it off
I can't turn it off


Ooh --oh --oh anticipating -- by Friday I'm sick of waiting
Oh so close I can almost taste it


I'm wound up like a t-time bomb
I'm about to blow, about to explode

Right now I'm on the edge, I'll say it again
I'm about to explode


Oh -- oh -- oh the anticipation
It's time to take my medication
Oh so close I can almost taste it