In this vibrant track, Benjamin Ingrosso explores themes of superficiality and genuine connection. The lyrics depict a scenario where the singer is attracted to someone who seems to be out of his league due to her affluent background and high-class lifestyle. Despite the allure of her glamorous world, Ingrosso expresses disinterest in materialistic aspects, such as who designed her dress or her father's fame. Instead, he seeks a real, down-to-earth interaction, symbolized by an invitation to dance. The repeated questioning "are you too fancy to dance with me?" challenges the subject's willingness to engage authentically, stripping away societal layers to find true personal connection beyond wealth and status.
Fancy
Lyrics
Girl, I gotta ask, how'd you get so back?
Where did you come from? (Where did you come from?)
Champagne on the tab, yeah, it's raining good
Everyone's messed up (Everyone's messed up)
Yeah, you wearing that perfume
Got me high on all the fumes
And I love it
What I gotta prove just to be with you
I don't want anyone but you
I don't care that your daddy is famous
That you fly to the moon for vacation
Give a fuck who made your dress
Yeah that shit, it don't impress
Tell me, are you too fancy to dance with me?
To dance with me, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
To dance with me, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
I see you sing along, you know every song
So much in common
Million dollar vibe, nothing I could buy
You haven't gotten (Woo)
No, my money doesn't mind
Girl, I swear I will provide
I won't let you go down
What I gotta prove just to be with you
I don't want anyone but you
I don't care that your daddy is famous
That you fly to the moon for vacation
Give a fuck who made your dress
Yeah that shit, it don't impress
Tell me, are you too fancy to dance with me?
I don't know anyone at this party
They all looking at me like I'm nothing
Give a fuck who made your dress
Yeah that shit, it don't impress
Tell me, are you too fancy to dance with me?
Baby skip all the white lies
No, we don't need any white lines
We don't gotta waste time
No
I don't care that your daddy is famous (Oh)
That you fly to the moon for vacation
Give a fuck who made your dress
Yeah that shit, it don't impress
Tell me, are you too fancy to dance with me? (Just dance with me)
I don't know anyone at this party
They all looking at me like I'm nothing
Give a fuck who made your dress
Yeah that shit, it don't impress
Tell me, are you too fancy to dance with me? (Are you too fancy?)
To dance with me, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
To dance with me, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Writer(s): Parker James, Timothy Caifeldt, Benjamin Daniele Wahlgren Ingrosso
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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