Moves on fire, I feel the heat. DJ play a song; I feel the beat. I bust the move on the dance floor, Everyone wants to see more. They love the way I move, I'll show them how to groove.
I've gotta shake my shoulders, I've gotta move my buns, I've gotta keep on groovin' as long as my motor runs. I jump, and stomp my feet, blame it on the rhythm and the heat of the beat. 'Cuz I get loose, let out my juice, when I ... Dance!
the music moves me in a sensuous way My hands and feet come in to play Slowly quietly I circle the room Confident in the freedom of being alone
I don't care what others may think it has naught to to do with what I drink I will shuffle , I will kick and I will twirl Me? At that point-I don't need no girl I'm gone, but I'll be back just get outta my way, Jack
