He hangs around the local haunts
Ignoring rivals and their taunts
Super smooth, gold-tipped shoes
[?]
In the art of love, he's so well-versed
His style is cliched but velvet
With every ad-lib well rehearsed
Disco Romeo

His shirt's undone, to show his chest
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A gold medallion dangles there
It's partially obscured by hair
And all around this wicked knave
The air is thick with aftershave
Every woman is his slave
Disco Romeo

Oh, will you have this dance with me
Oh, won't you take a chance on me
I saw you when you glanced at me
We're drawn together, can't you see
How will you be getting home
When all this discothequing ends
Your morals are confusing
But I hope you learn 'em off your friends

He'll speak so sweet until you crack
And laugh at you behind your back
His ego, it will climax too
When he tells his mates what he's done to you
There was no real emotion felt
You're just another notch on his well-notched belt
Woman, could you stoop so low
Disco Romeo


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