I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I said I don't know what I did But I know I gotta move I got too much here to lose I can't wait here forever An now you're blowin' smoke I think you're one big joke

Let's aim high All you you gotta do is close your eyes and - and visualize You You possess the power to do If you you concentrate, mountains will move If you you just believe that it's true You You don't have to cry yourself to sleep at night with wet pillows Girl, I know

Fire your guns Yeah, you want some fun She got eyes of blue, body curves You You gotta fire your guns Wild beast, I'll make you you mine Taste your kiss, sweet lips divine She got moves, drips of sweat 'n legs that'll break your nerves

I know you you don't even love the same, do you, do you? The way you you move it's like you you could use a vacation Drinking Hen' and the harder you you dance I swear right now it look like you you on a vacation Gotta get away, make it happen Whatever happened just had to

Into the city where it all began You You gotta move, you gotta move Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Time you you gotta move When you, you gonna move to the city? Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me You You pack your bags

She make that back move (Damn) She made the titties move (Goddamn) I got the moves I'm making moves You You gotta move (You gotta move) I make the city move (Like whoa) I made the city move I got the moves (I'm making moves)

Love is a contact sport You You gotta move in time If you you want to do it right You You gotta act untamed If you you want to play the game So grab my hand, SLAM! It's so perplexing Why you you fight it won't you you try it

I gotta be, gotta be, gotta gotta be me! March to the beat C'mon you you need to see that I gotta be me You You let 'em move those feet and they'll set you you free I march to the beat gonna do my thang C'mon and feel this beat cause I gotta be me (ba da da dum dum

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

There's never a right time to say goodbye But I gotta make the first move Cause if I don't, you gonna start hating me Cause I really don't feel the way I once felt about you you Girl, it's not you, it's me I, I gotta, gotta figure out what I need, oh But we