Me with the floor show, kickin' with your torso Boys getting high and the girls even more so Wave your hands if you're not with the man
Can I kick it (Yes you can) I got (Funk) You got (Soul) We got everybody, I've got the gift Gonna stick it in the goal It's time to move your body
Babylon back in business Can I get a witness, every girl every man Houston do you hear me Ground-control can you feel me need permission to land
I don't wanna rock, DJ But you're making me feel so nice When's it gonna stop, DJ Cause you're keepin' me up all night
Singin' in the classes, music for your masses Give no head, no backstage passes Have a proper giggle, I'll be quite polite But when I rock the mike, I rock the mike (Right)
You got no love then you're with the wrong man It's time to move your body If you can't get a girl but your best friend can It's time to move your body
I don't wanna be sleazy, baby just tease me Got no family planned Houston do you hear me Ground-control can you feel me need permission to land
I don't wanna rock, DJ But you're making me feel so nice When's it gonna stop, DJ Cause you're keepin' me up all night
I don't wanna rock, DJ But you're making me feel so nice When's it gonna stop, DJ Cause you're keepin' me up all night
I was so high I did not recognize The fire burning in her eyes The chaos that controlled my mind Whispered goodbye as she got on a plane Never to return again But always in my heart, oh!
This love has taken its toll on me She said goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me And I have no choice Cause I won't say goodbye anymore
Whoa, oh, oh. Whoa, oh, oh. Whoa, oh, oh.
I tried my best to feed her appetite Keep her coming every night So hard to keep her satisfied, oh! Kept playing love like it was just a game Pretending to feel the same Then turn around and leave again
But oh, ohh. This love has taken its toll on me She said goodbye too many times before And her heart is breaking in front of me And I have no choice Cause I won't say goodbye anymore
Whoa, oh, oh. Whoa, oh, oh. Whoa, oh, oh.
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so This I know fo sho!
But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling Because the thought alone is killin' me right now Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking to together Like we don't know how
You think you've got it Oh, you think you've got it But got it just don't get it when there's nothin' at all We get together Oh, we get together But separate's always better when there's feelings involved Know what they say -its: Nothing lasts forever! Then what makes it, then what makes it Then what makes it, then what makes it Then what makes love the exception? So why, oh, why, oh Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh Are we still in denial when we know we're not happy here
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