Flesh Gambol

My eyes lock on ya
My mind, obsessed
Possess just for a moment
This mess, I made for you
I confess everything
I want from every little heart beat

Hey! Why won't ya dance?
I'll check your bags now, baby
I'm on the move
Get with the picture

Why won't ya dance?
I'll check your bags now, baby
I'm on the move
Get with the picture

Uh, my eyes, they lock on ya
My mind is obsessed
Uh, possessive for a moment
Yeah, we're going on a night ride

Cause, this mess, I made for ya
I confess everything
I want from every little heart beat

Uh! Why won't ya dance?
I'll check your bags now, baby
I'm on the move
Get with the picture

Why won't ya dance?
I'll check your bags now, baby
I'm on the move
Get with the picture

Get with it

Why won't ya dance?
I'll check your bags now, baby
I'm on the move
Get with the picture

Why won't ya dance?
I'll check your bags now, baby
I'm on the move
Get with it, ah
Now, get with it

Why won't ya dance?
Why won't ya dance?
Those feet were made for, what?
Why won't ya dance?
Why won't ya dance?
Yeah, I'm waiting on you
Yeah, I'm waiting on you
Why won't ya dance?
Why won't ya dance?
Those feet were made for, what?
Why won't ya dance?
Why won't ya dance?



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Martell
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