Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

I'm a Brooklyn baby He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair They say I'm too young to love you Well, my boyfriend's in the band I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything

(You got that super bass) Can't you hear that boom, boom-badoom boom, boom badoom-boom? Boom-badoom boom, boom badoom-boom? Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beating like a drum and it's coming your way (Yeah that's the super bass) Boom, boom, boom,

Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy what will it be Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see I'm tired of dancing here all

Makin' their way That's just a little bit more Than the law will allow Just the good ol' boys Never meanin' no harm Beats all you never saw Been in trouble with the law Since the day they was born Staightenin' the curves

I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his friend, a drummer He resembles George Harrison of The Beatles But he wears his hair tied in a small bow

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my

I wanted you to know That I am ready to go, heartbeat My heartbeat Whenever you are around, can't speak I can't speak I know what your boy like Skinny tie and a cuff tight He go and make breakfast You walk around naked

I hope I stay close Oh, cause I had my doubts, oh! Don't take my baby boy Don't take my pride and joy Little hands, little feet Tiny heart, tiny beat Oh, thinkin' about the time we spent falling in love (in love) I don't wanna leave you I don't want him

Case open, case shut Isn't it tragic? But you could pay to close it like a casket The D.A. is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practices all his lines To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper