Songtexte Remember Me - Mixed - Risk Assessment feat. Jemini G

Disco, remember me?
The girl from 1970
You said you loved my hi-hats
Then stripped me out my vinyl so you could put me on CD
When all you wanted was to download me
That's how it was when we all dated
Time stretched and syncopated
And then I let you dance inside my paradise garage

In my full afro and catsuits
I exhibited savoir-faire, honey
You begged me to show you how to get down

Dancing just to me
I wanted to be free
But then you reel-to-reeled me in
Chopped me up and left me bleeding on your edit bay
Said you'd house me
You in my hut now
It was love hangovers and Pierre Cardin
Taking Saturday Mass with Larry and them
Penance was saying "Grace Jones, man"
All through that Donna Summer
Synthesize me, despise me, but can't magnetize me
Disco, biscuit, Eucharist, yeah
Studio 54, baptize me

And you, wasn't I the one that helped you lace up your dancing shoes?
So you could stomp up out that closet
Said you'd never apologize for being gloriously gay
Nor did you give a Diana Ross clot
When you cha-cha-cha'd your way into the loft
And let David massage your Boney M

But let me tell you how the disc goes
They said my music turned Dru Hill up into Sisqó
I hear how you've married me into hip-
Hop and soulful and trance and garage
I love that
But don't forget, my maiden name is Disco

You are jammin' with Sam Devine on The Defected Radio Show