Let me tell you about the ins and outs of love.
Let me tell you about a bit of push and shove.
Let me tell you when the hooded terror strikes. (oh oh)
He reaches fever pitch, that every lady likes.
It doesn't matter if you're naturally one way.
It doesn't matter if you're actually, well gay.
There's nothing like it when sensations coincide. (oh Oh)
Given mysteries that flies can never hide.
Oh, when I'm dancing
Oh, when I'm dancing
Oh, I ain't fighting with you no more
Let me tell you about the up and down romances.
Let me tell you how the bad girl makes advances.
Let me tell you when the hooded terror strikes. (oh oh)
He reaches fever pitch, that every lady likes.
Oh, when I'm dancing
Oh, when I'm dancing
Oh, I ain't fighting with you no more
There's noting like it when frustrations are relieved.
And when fantasy ambitions are achieved.
Oh, when I'm dancing
Oh, when I'm dancing
Oh, I ain't fighting with you no more