As It Is
It's locked there's no escape
There's no eat no drink cant take a break
No seat to sit down you gotta stand up
The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff
Your in a cage and this groove will bound you
People in the club like bars around you
The doors open up and the people are boarding
Here are the prisoners the DJ is the warden
Your mind is useless instinct takes control
Jam to techno
Groove to soul to soul
You been arrested
Now your being tested
The beat is a
Minutes to Memories
Well, I hear in Miami they have a lot of girls
Who toast their flesh in the sun
Living on allowances they receive from the old man at home
To keep up appearances, to have fun
CHORUS
Hey baby
Living in Miami
I know you're hip to those hotel alibies
I know you're nowhere near twenty
But I ain't the kind to kiss and tell or tell lies
Well, they are easy to look at, they are hard to hold
They have high opinions of themselves
But at night you can find them drinking in the bar
Wishing that they could find somebody else
CHORUS
Well, they pull and tug on their high fashion clothes
As they strip off their armour in their apartment bedrooms
They wish that somewhere they can find a spark
Well, their sights and visions and dreams are set high
They think the world can be won with a smile
I hear 'em giggle out loud, lost in the crowd
Give me a cuddle when we get outside
CHORUS
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