

(ooh-yeah) The porch light's still shining on the drive
She wears the outfit anyway to feel alive
At one-fourteen the sticky floor begins to sway
Lost inside the deep house haze,
we drift away (we drift away)
Keep the porch light burning low
On this sticky floor we go
One-fourteen we lose our minds
Leave the afterparty floor behind
(keep it burning low)
Burn it low, burn it low,
yeah
Dance floor moving, watch us glow (one-fourteen,
yeah)
(afterparty haze)