I can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning it up, yeah The music is taking me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat

Turn me loose Turn me loose, I, I, I gotta keep on movin' If you tell me stay I hate you Loose, two, three, four Turn me loose, you got my mind You got my body, you got my soul Turn me loose, I'm incomplete She got my heart, I'm out of control You tell

Crackin' up Crackin' up (I have been waiting for these visitors) Now I hear them moving Muffled noises coming through the door Voices growing louder, irritation building And I'm close to fainting They must know by now I'm in here trembling My whole world

You're gonna find that the future Sure beats the hell outta the past Now he ain't no good I guess he's good as gone The day you stop lookin' back, girl yeah Is the day you start movin' on Stop starin' at the rear view You ain't checkin' your hair There

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

Motherfucker, don't play with me Play, play, play, play Play, play, play, play (women, don't play no games) I'm moving on, I'm getting paid I'm on my own, I had some space to deal with it I'm moving on, it's getting late Go and grab someone and find a

Four on the floor Feel the beat in your soul Moving to the rhythm Pumping til ya cant take no more We got the horses moving We got the woofers grooving We got the Waylon wailing Everybody's head is bobbin I got the muffler flowing

You talked me into moving in and giving you my key You said you'd be a mess now if it hadn't been for me You said I stole your heart away by looking in your eyes I wonder now how many times you sold that pack of lies If this is how you act when you give

You got to get up If you want to get I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars and I Hate

Maybe share a drink and talk awhile And reminisce about the days when we were still together And I will meet you there Some time in the future we can share our stories When we won't care about all of our mistakes Our failures, and our glories I’ll keep