Ah, shake along with me Shake along with me Shake along with them I'd like to be somebody else and not know where I've been I'd like to build myself a house out of plasticine I've been driving in my car with my friend Mister Soft Mister Clean and Mister

Girl you're tearin' that dance floor up Let me see you do it in the bed of my truck You sure know how to shake it alright Let me see you do it in the Tennessee moonlight Woah, baby lets go down a little road nobody else knows Just me and you park on the

Gonna fight it, gonna fight it What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do? When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake Heart is bursting and your butt's gonna break Woman's cussing, you can hear her scream Feel like murder in the first

Bet I shake it up She gon' make it up I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah) Ooh, bet I shake it up Bet I shake it up (double up) YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrt, sauce) I just talked to God and He said that I'm blessed (thank you,

And get me wicked up Shake it up You could be breaking up, making up You can't be faking it, Making it from my love With all this tragedy, don?t get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, down the road to both of you

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

(You naughty thing) Your ripping up the dance floor honey (You naughty women) I love the way you dance with anybody (The way you swing) And tease them all by sucking on your thumb You shake your a** around for everyone (Your such a mover) Your so much

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs

Stupid love is stupid Don't know why we always do it Finally found it just to lose it Always wind up looking stupid Plays you like a fiddle Shakes you like a rattle Takes away your gun