One-Two-Five - Single Version
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One hundred and twenty-five
Beats two, beats to the minute
One hundred and twenty-five
You get the notion with the motion
Then you're out on the floor
Fahrenheit, one hundred and two
Centigrade, it's getting to you
Your heart is beating, beating eight to the bar
You can't control it so you hold it
Then you're out on the floor
On the floor, you feel it coming to you
On the floor, you know it's getting to you
On the floor, you can't control the feeling
Let it go
See the faces passing smiling tight
Say, "Hey, can I take you home tonight?"
But you know she'll draw the line
She's heard it before, she'll hear it again
It's the same pitch every time
Don't let her stray, it's a Saturday night
The boys are after trouble, you're in for a fight
One hundred and twenty-five
Beats two, beats to the minute
One hundred and twenty-five
You get the notion with the motion
Then you're out on the floor
Fahrenheit, one hundred and two
Centigrade, it's getting to you
Your heart is beating, beating eight to the bar
You can't control it so you hold it
Then you're out on the floor
Let it go
Reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae
R-E-G
Reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae
R-E-G-G
Reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae
R-E-G-G-A
Reggae, reggae, reggae, reggae
R-E-G-G-A
See the faces passing smiling tight
Say, "If you're looking to take me home
I'd better not be late"
But the look on her face, the smile in her eyes
Say, "Baby, I'm gonna wait"
One hundred and twenty-five, ooh
Beats two, beats to the minute