Rip It Up (The Pragmatic Remix)

I saw you strut
Into the room
My heart started pumpin'
When you broke out them moves

Your heels dug in
Straight through the floor
You're a machine, baby
Seek and destroy

She must be crazy
She's got that feeling
Look out now she's a psycho killer

The dance floor is shredded to pieces
The way you rip it up has got my heart rate increasin'
The dance floor is obliterated
The way you tear it up has got my soul liberated

Rip it up
Rip it up
Don't stop until it's torn up
Tear it up
Tear it up
It's just the fate of the dance floor

She cuts a rug
Just like a razor
Then burns it down
Like an incinerator

She's a slayer
And it don't phase her
She's from the future
She's a terminator

Just like a chainsaw
Her teeth cut in
Watch out now here she goes again

The dance floor is shredded to pieces
The way you rip it up has got my heart rate increasin'
The dance floor is obliterated
The way you tear it up has got my soul liberated

Rip it up, rip it up..

DR. DISCO: Nurse, I will need advanced cardiac life support. He's gone into cardiac arrest.

NURSE: What's the cause?

DR. DISCO: It happened at the Discotec. His heart failed after dancing with... Vanessa.

NURSE: Oh no, not her again! That's the third time this week!

MALE NURSE: But doctor, will he make it?

DR. DISCO: I'm not sure. But I'm not going to just sit here and lose him like we did the others.
Keep him monitored. I'll be back.

NURSE: Where are you going?

DR. DISCO: To get my shoes.

MALE NURSE: But, why?

DR. DISCO: There is only one way to fix his condition.

NURSE: Fresh air?

DR. DISCO: No. I'm going to the Discotec. Vanessa knows what is happening to these men. She won't help unless I prove myself to her.

NURSE: Dr. Disco, how are you going to do that?

DR. DISCO: Hmm... I'll have to keep up with her on the dance floor.