Class Rock

Talk about rock,
hard as a rock.

You can bet your last dollar that this groove is coming over me,
take your jacket off it's time to sweat profusely.

Chorus: I really wanna rock your body,
body rock your body.

I'm rockin' so psychotic I think you can tell,
now you see my logic like a bell,
I feel so robotic dancing by myself,
chance is I'm neurotic help me off the shelf.

Chorus

I've got my pointy shoes on the attitude is savage,
little skirts & funk me pumps I think my eyes are damaged,
my pants are getting tight & oh it's so hot,
twisted brains rot that's class rock.

Chorus

You better call a doctor to give me a check,
I think I know what's wrong,
a case of funk neglect.

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Credits
Writer(s): Doug Wimbish, Adrian Maxwell Sherwood, Bernard Alexander, Bernard Fowler, Keith Le Blanc
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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