Got to love you! I, I'll do anything I could for ya Boy you're my only You don't even know me 'Cause I am, I, I don't even want to fight, fight, fight Said I am, I, I ain't even gonna fight it I, I'm gonna flip these beats on ya Girl me nuh stay like

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls Let's get these teen hearts beating Will you dance to this beat And hold a lover close? Faster, faster Dance to this beat I've got more wit A better kiss A hotter touch a better fuck

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

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of

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

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

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

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

Boy, you gotta carry that weight Carry that weight a long time Boy, you gonna carry that weight I never give you my pillow I only send you my invitation And in the middle of the celebrations I break down You're gonna carry that weight along time