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Damn, you lookin' fine When did the stars align I need some more An oddity of space and time I bleed black and white Is that irregular Take my word as gospel Don’t believe in what they say Take my word as gospel Don't believe in what they say Take my word as gospel Sell your soul the old fashioned way Hey pretty lady, are you devout The church of groove is quickly selling out Dance with me baby, let's spin around The church of groove will seat you now We got jelly on the brain, all acting the same And dada da da, dada da da, don’t we look insane We all go against the grain, we know it's a pain So lada da da, lada da da, let us complain About our lives some more Don't let the door hit you on the way out, por favor Letras de cancionesDa da dada da Take my word as gospel Don't believe in what they say Take my word as gospel Sell your soul the old fashioned way Hey pretty lady, are you devout The church of groove is quickly selling out Dance with me baby, let's spin around The church of groove will seat you now We got mellow in our veins, with eyes always glazed And dada da da, dada da da, that is not a phase We're still stuck in our ways, on our holy crusade To lada da da, lada da da, lay siege to the dance floor Moving like a king and queen on a chess board In a world of their own, but their souls have been hired out on loan Hired out on loan Hired out on loan No doubt that I feel the weight Of all that you have given me But I hold you accountable For destroying everything that's beautiful Take my word as gospel, babe Don't believe a thing they say Take my word as gospel Don’t believe in what they say Take my word as gospel Sell your soul the old fashioned way Hey pretty lady, are you devout The church of groove is quickly selling out Dance with me baby, let’s spin around The church of groove will seat you now Damn, you lookin' fine When did the stars align I need some more And now your faith is in retrograde You sell your soul, sell your soul Sell your soul the old fashioned way God damn I fucking hate cursing your, cursing your Cursing your name in vain When I dance I feel no pain The church of groove takes it all away From Letras Mania