13 lyrics for "You can't move I at all"
Say your prayers All you sinners stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!) Show praise with your body Stand up, sing hallelujah (hallelujah!) And if you can't stop shaking, lean back Let it move right through ya (hallelujah!) (Hallelujah!) Then the time
PlayWe're the renegades of funk Destroy all nations Say jam sucker (jam sucker) Say dance sucker (dance sucker) Now move sucker (move sucker) A weh weh weh weh woer No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now This is the time and age of renegades
PlayJust one last time Even though it hurts I can’t slow down Walls are closing in and I hit the ground With “there’s no tomorrow” echo in my mind This is the end station But I can’t move away from you This is the edge of patience But you’ll prove yourself
PlayYou'll believe God is a woman You, you love it how I move you You love it how I touch you My one, when all is said and done And I, I feel it after midnight A feelin' that you can't fight My one, it lingers when we're done I'm tellin' you the way I like
PlayGood rockin' daddy I'm a good rockin' daddy Yeah well I'm a good rockin' daddy Up on my feet I can't be beat Well you can really go go go Jumpin' fast or rockin' slow I will see ya when the band gone blow Now hold it, don't move it now boogie some more I
PlayCaught in a Web Hanging on by a thread Removed from the world Spinning the lies devised in my head I bare all that I am made of now Does this voice the wounds of your soul? You can't heal the wounds of my soul.
PlayThat's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!
PlayShe wants to dance like Uma Thurman I can move mountains I can work a miracle, work a miracle May nothing but death do us part Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath Bury me till I confess And I can't get you out of my head You'll find your way And may death
PlayI gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I
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