DAMN YOU SWITCHIt hadn't occured to her that she had something in her pocket until she had gotten home with Gera from Swtich's shop. She pulled the rather mangeled looking CD out and looked at it blankly trying to place ...just WHERE she had gotten it. Staring at Gera he looked to her and then told her Kay told him to give it to her.
With a sigh she only shrugged her shoulder and then nodded her head. Well...s he had no idea who the artist was. Both the front and back were...pretty beat up. And when she popped open the plastic casing she found even the name on the CD itself was blacked out with marker.
Strange. Would it even play she wondered? Should she play it? Half tempted to throw it away she...stopped herself and then went and popped it into her CD player. May as well. They could see if it worked and if it did listen to it wilst packing.
Not needing Gera for the moment she left him to stare as the machine was left to play.
A red one
Convict
Gaga
I've had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush.
Start to rush babe.
How does he twist the dance?
Can't find my drink or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
What's go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.
[Chorus:]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe.
Control your poison babe
Roses with thorns they say.
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight.
What's go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.
[Chorus]
When I come through on the dance floor checkin out that catalogue.
Can't believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.
And I ain't gonn' give it up, steady tryna pick it up like the car
I'ma hit it, I'ma hit it and flex until the til done until tomorr' yeah.
Show me I can see that you got ......
Trin had heard this song before...many times before though it wasn't a most recent hit..it had been a hit when it had first been on the radio. Well at least it was a singer she liked.
Suddenly there was a skip...the beat seemed warped and then high pitch.
so much in the jean
The way you twirling up them hips round and round
There's no reason, I know why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down.
[Chorus]
I'm psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I'm psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
I'm psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I'm psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
Go. Use your muscle comin out work and hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Go slow. Drive it, clean it like so clean it's been molesto, I got it, and your popped coll'..
Though still on key...it sounded like a little kid was singing. That proved it. The CD was definantely messed up.
Sighing she went to get up as the song as cute as it sounded being sung by a three year old wasn't exactly what she would call packing music. She turned as the music died down to find Gera standing there holding a little girl in his arms with big green eyes and long blonde hair.
The girl giggled. Trin fainted.
