DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's

You gotta know, I'm feeling love Made of gold, I never loved her Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it It's gotta be love I said it A physical kiss is nothing without it And you close your eyes to see what it's done The body that lies is

This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive Believes the underdog will eventually survive Dr. Heckyll works late at the laboratory Where things are not as they seem Dr. Heckyll wishes nothing more

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

A long, long time ago I had a dream Somehow things work out much different than they seem All the things that I tried to find, givin' me no peace of mind So now I leave it all as memories behind My time come at last My day is coming fast My love is gonna

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

High then go low Now, girl won't you drop that thing down to the floor? I'm here for one night, how far will you go? I wanna see you (Work out for me, work out for me) Ay, we've got a good thing Don't know if I'mma see you again But is that a good thing?

I don't wanna work in a building downtown You know that I'm a God fearing man Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near, but my heart is far away Oh, my little bird in a cage! Oh, my little mockingbird, sing! No, I don't wanna work in a

Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things

Been a minute since I pulled up outside Work it like a stripper, yeah But you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah Work that nine to five with ya, yeah Shut it down, yeah, we do that everytime Ooh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah Oh my, oh