I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (oh yeah) Right now, I'm in a state of mind Yeah, we turnin' it up Comin' out, even when it's rainin' down Oh, I just want you to come with me

All are gone, all but one No contest, nowhere to run No more left, only one This is it, this is the countdown to extinction Endangered species, caged in fright Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight The stage is set, now pay the price And ego boost,

When the only thing you want is The only thing that you can't have When the part that you can't take is Knowing you can't take it back She's on the good side, goodbye On the right sight of free And you're on the wrong end of a long night On the left side

Girl, I guess I should have known Dancing on my bed to a Fugee song Just killing me softly You left me laying here with my eyes closed Stole my heart with a kiss right under my nose But you ransacked my drawers, cluttered up my floors And made a mess of

I guess it's all alright I got nothing left inside of my chest, But it's all alright Yeah, it's all alright A good reason to go And I know, oh no, Yeah it's all alright Well I got the call soon as the day hit night As soon as the headlights lit up the

I'm in love with the moment To me fallin', to me goin' Take you back, lean you side to side Nothing feels better than this Now, left, right, left, right Like that, like that, ayy Ooh, now, left, right, left, right You'd rather speak more than listen

Suicide, it's a suicide (Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal) Six million ways to die, choose one It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death

Shake your south side People On the right Every single girl All around the world People on the left Now people on the left (Shake your south side) (Please commence shaking your south side) (Diamonds on that beat)

Yeah yeah yeah do the Harlem shuffle Now come on baby Yeah yeah yeah to the Harlem shuffle Yeah yeah yeah shake a tail feather baby You move it to the left, yeah You go for yourself You move it to the right Yeah if it takes all night Now take it kinda

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,