I stay out too late
Got nothing in my brain
That’s what people say, mmm-mmm
That’s what people say, mmm-mmm
Ego nimium sērō moror
Nihil in meō cerebellō habeō
Id est quid populus dicat, mmm-mmm
Id est quid populus dicat, mmm-mmm
I go on too many dates
But I can’t make them stay
At least that’s what people say, mmm-mmm
That’s what people say, mmm-mmm
in sērō pluribus occursibus eō
Sed eōs facēre nōn potō ut maneam
Saltem Id est quid populus dicat, mmm-mmm
Id est quid populus dicat, mmm-mmm
But I keep cruising
Can’t stop, won’t stop moving
It’s like I got this music
In my mind
Saying, “It’s gonna be alright.”
Sed mouēre conueniō
Nōn dēsinere potō, nōn mouēre dēsinam
Id est sic ut hanc musicam habeō
In meo animō
Dīcere, “Id bene agit”
‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off
Heart-breakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off
Quod lusorēs lūdent (x5)
Et aspenatorēs odīent (x5)
Ocelle, modo quatent (x5)
Id excutio, A Eum quatiō
Ruptatorēs rumpent
Et fictorēs contrafacent
Ocelle, modo quatent (x5)
A Eum quatiō, A Eum quatiō
I never miss a beat
I’m lightning on my feet
And that’s what they don’t see, mmm-mmm
That’s what they don’t see, mmm-mmm
Numquam careō percussione
Fulgeō pedibus meis
Et Id est quid populus nōn uideat, mmm-mmm
Id est quid populus nōn uideat, mmm-mmm
I’m dancing on my own (dancing on my own)
I make the moves up as I go (moves up as I go)
And that’s what they don’t know, mmm-mmm
That’s what they don’t know, mmm-mmm
Separatim saltabam
Motus faciō dum eō (mouet dum eō)
Et Id est quid populus nōn sciunt, mmm-mmm
Id est quid populus nōn sciunt, mmm-mmm
Hey, hey, hey
Just think while you’ve been getting down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world,
You could’ve been getting down to this sick beat.
Heus, heus, heus
Tantum cogita dum tristis balbas et ē dē vandicīs et spurcīs fraudibus mundī,
A aegrotam percussionem potuisti tristis balbas
My ex-man brought his new girlfriend
She’s like “Oh, my god!” but I’m just gonna shake.
And to the fella over there with the hella good hair
Won’t you come on over, baby? We can shake, shake, shake
Meus quondam-vir suum novam amicam duxit
Illa “Oh, my god” inquit sed modo quatiam
Et ad puerum illic cum ualdē bonis capillis
Nōnne ueniēs? Possumus quatere (x3)