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I don't go to parties, baby

'Cause people tend to freak me out

Watch their lips to work it out

I can hear the words but I still don't know what it's all about

You won't see me down the disco, mama

'Cause bright lights really hurt my eyes

I'd rather stay and dance with you

To the funky music playin' on our stereo

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better, better than you and me

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better, better than you and me

I don't go to concerts, baby

The music's always up too loud

Cigarettes and alcohol get up my ass

I always lose you in the crowd, yeah

You won't see me tribal ravin', baby

'Cause I won't ever look that good

I'd rather dance in ugly pants

In the comfort of a lounge room in suburbia

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better, better than you and me

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better, better than you and me

That's right

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better, better than you and me

Ooh-ooh, things don't get no better, better than you and me

That's right

Better than you and me

Better than you and me

Thank you, Mr. DJ