Can't Dance To Disco

I can't dress so I can't dance to disco I can't move and I hate the way my feet go I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show Why can't she see? It's so sad, she always sees the good side Life s*cks when you're living on the inside She's so sweet and she covers me with honey Why can't she see? Disco, I can't dance to disco Disco, white suits and gigolos I'm a whore, paranoid and schizo Hit the floor, chewing on the lino I'm a mess, throw me like a yo-yo Why can't you see? Grill me in and squash me like a cockroach Watch me sink down to [Incomprehensible] I can't move and I hate the way my feet go Why can't she see? Disco, I can't dance to disco Disco, white suits and gigolos Disco, I can't dance to disco Disco, white suits and gigolos Oh, I hate those disco kings Silk shirts and signet rings Oh, I hate those greasy kings Cuban heels and rubber skins Disco, I can't dance to disco Disco, white suits and gigolos Disco, I can't dance to disco Disco, white suits and gigolos Disco, I can't dance to disco Disco, white suits and gigolos Can't dance to disco I can't dance to disco I can't dance to disco Disco