Old School Songtext
von Fellwalker

You′d better get ready
cuz I'm here
I′m waiting for you
I don't wanna count the days

I wanna party in a crowded room, I
wanna be kickin it old school
feelin my body up against the music, movin
to the rhythm of the boom boom boom boom

I've almost forgotten what it feels like
my body
I′ve almost forgotten what it feels like
to be touched like that, the way you


I′m sick of counting the days
& weeks & months of this
I'm sick of headlines saying "what fresh hell is this"
I want a stamp on my wrist that glows in the darkness
in real time

Old school
Old school

When we danced like that
with our hips to the right & left &
stick your arms in the air & shake your butt
like you just don′t care
Remember how we used
to get a stamp on our wrist that glowed in the darkness?

Feet to the right, hips to the left
Feet to the right, hips to the left
Feet to the right, hips to the left