ɔnðə lˈɪɹɪk sˈaɪd ʌv θˈɪŋz, ɪf aɪ wʌz sˈɪŋɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt dˈænsɪflˌoːɹz ɔːɹ hˈæpɪɚɹ ɔːɹ ɹˈoʊziɚ θˈɪŋz, ɪt wˈʊdənt ɹˈɪŋ tɹˈuː fɔːɹ mˌiː.
On the lyric side of things, if I was singing about dancefloors or happier or rosier things, it wouldn't ring true for me.