Hit me up with some love Everybody need contagious love (oh) And I'll be happy with just enough (love) Let me get that contagious love, like Gimme, gimme that contagious love It might rain just a little but, yeah, we dance in it Rock to the rhythm and we

They will be blood May will be blood I dance with a million devils Die from a lie for sin Made love to a million angels Murder a million men

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

That don't make me a bad guy I'm only good as I gotta be Don't scar my resume Better dance on the wild side Don't you give me a black eye Judgin' by my day-to-day He's in love with a heart-to-key Hey, that don't make me a bad guy

To love her is to learn her Some things you just can't learn And see her at her worst Dance with her when she's drinking Hold her when she hurts She'll be happy, you'll be sorry Well, that's just how it works You'll meet her momma You'll love her daddy

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

I don't wanna waste your time baby I just wanna make you come to me Comfortable baby, so come here darling And come for me baby I don't wanna waste a second, no girl I just wanna make you come dance with me Come talk to me, come here darling Come here

Rock my world little country girl Drag me out on the floor Dance with me 'till I can't dance anymore One-step, two-step, get in a line I gotta find a way to make you mine She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting

Tell me where did it all go wrong Oh where did it all go wrong Like a question without an answer Like music without its dancers Like a bird without a song Like a frame without a picture Like God without a scripture Like me when I know you're gone

In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry (whip it) Woo, woo, woo, woo Keep watchin' me whip up, still be real and famous In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry (wroof) Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof) Trap nigga with the chickens