I dont go to parties baby
Coz people tend to freak me out
Watch their lips you work it out
I can hear the words but I still dont know what its all about
You wont see me down the disco, mama
Coz bright lights really hurt my eyes
Id rather stay and dance with you
To the funky music playing on you stereo
CHORUS:
Oooh, things dont get no better than, better than you and me
Oooh, things dont get no better than, better than you and me
I dont go to concerts baby,
The music sounds up to loud
Cigarettes and alcohol get up my ass
I always lose you in the crowd
You wont see me tribal raving baby
Coz I wont ever look that good
Id rather dance in ugly pants
In the comfort of a lounge room in suburbia
CHORUS x2
Thats right!
CHORUS x2
Thats right!
Better than you and me
Better than you and me
(thankyou Mr. DJ!)