Ik streel mezelf terwijl ik in bad lig, spelend met het schuim en mijn borsten.

You think, you think, you every time.

And oh my, I, I, I like your style.

You, you make me, make me, make me wanna cry.

And now I beg to see you dance just one more time.

So they say, dance for me, dance for me, dance for me.