Love... (x4)
Love of the body / Love of the floor / Love of sweat
Love of colorful tiles on the floor
Love without question / Simple love / Love for the heart
I'm in a trance like the DJ's, it's what's best
Clap your hands, move your body
That's how it comes
Swim suit, undershirt
It fits us so well
I sing in 80's French
I don't like the past, but it was still good
(Dance!) You make fun of what I say
I'm still not going to make
A poem to dance
May things be clear
I can't manage to think in those moments
I let myself go, I block out everything aorund me
Hey! You offer me a Cacolac to give me courage
You introduce me to the DJs of this super nice club
I'm sure I know them, they were in my college
But they only talked to guys, I thought that was super wack
You pass me your bandana
It's really too chic
If I'm going to see them like this
I'd probably have a class plan
So they'll come mix at my house
At the next dance class
In front of all my friends
We'll shake our asses!
It's cheerful / It's fresh / I like it / It's real
Is it done? / No / Is it cool? / Oh yeah
Shall we dance again? / Oh yeah / You sure? / Yeah yeah
Shall we make love? / After / You sure? / Yeah Yeah