With the sun beating on my back and the heat scorching up my skin,
Every movement of your body, makes me sweat from every pour,
And the taste of your body, as the sun prepares to leave,
And the day is traced in memory, for the night to disappear.

Don’t listen – do what you wanna do,
Don’t listen – do, do, do what you want.

I wait until you appear, anticipation taking all my fear,
My life is changed and left to chance, my fate is sealed with just one glance,
Dressed in sound, caged in light, your body moves with me through the night,
And your rhythm takes my senses, and dances on, on, on.

Don’t listen – do what you wanna do,
Don’t listen – do, do, do what you want.