Hung Up on repeat 😭
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Hung Up on repeat 😭
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Bumping into you again, the world feels like a small place, but the club is packed.
Madonna playing her "Hung Up", impossible to stand still. I've had my eye on you, I was going to ask you for a dance, this place is crowded, but only you matter.
As big as China, as big as the terracotta army, as big as the Great Wall of China. You would be the eighth wonder of the world.
Ask me for whatever you want, have whatever you want from me, maybe one last dance.
You are the only one that interests me here, the orange of your dress with black stripes reminds me of a South China tiger.
So, ask me for whatever you want, have whatever you want from me, maybe one last dance.
I've had my eye on you, I was going to ask you for a dance, this place is crowded, but only you matter.
As big as China, as big as the terracotta army, as big as the Great Wall of China. You would be the eighth wonder of the world.
You are the only one that interests me here, the orange of your dress with black stripes reminds me of a South China tiger.
As big as China, as big as the terracotta army, as big as the Great Wall of China. You would be the eighth wonder of the world.
I would love to be by your side tonight, even if it were for our first and last dance.
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Hung Up on repeat 😭
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Bumping into you again, the world feels like a small place, but the club is packed.