Shake it up Shake it up! Make a scene Bring the lights up Bust the doors down Dust yourself off, Take it up a notch DJ set it off All together now

Can wait a long time for an answer Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world Something as hard as a prayer on your back Something as simple as boys and girls All you kids get out the back door I've never seen her this bad before She took all her

I need to hold the corner and then slow whine it One time, yeah Oh-oh-oh-oh Want me to feel like I'm new Want me to watch you do you Don't, girl, you look so nice But you're not nice, you're rude Look what you're putting me through I'd never do this to

Make out on the dance floor, take it too far Out the back door, leave an open tab When you look like that? And tell me how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself When you're making my mind wander somewhere else? It's on a one-way track when you look

Let's turn up the radio Turn off those stupid singing shows Back to the shack Take me back, back to the shack Back to the strat with the lightning strap Kick in the door, more hardcore Rockin out like it's '94 I know where we need to go Sorry guys I

Don't be scared to fly alone Find a path that is your own Love will open every door Its in your hands The world is your Don't hold back and always know All the answers will unfold What are you waiting for Spread your wings and soar

Hard times are here And everywhere you go Times are harder than They ever been before You know, people are driftin' From door to door But they can't find no heaven I don't care where they go

Do you believe in foresight? No matter what, you can't take what I've been through Imagine if I never went through what I went through Came, up, uh Ay, I want more Until I get it I won't slow I'm on tour Opening some brand new doors

We still movin' bass And we still movin' bass And we still movin' See them plaques on a nigga wall Got them records jumpin' off the store Copper tried to knock us off Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door The pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy It's

And the rain fell down And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love Follow it up in this strange grey town It was a filthy block of flats Trash was on the floor A stink was in my nose Hinges off the doors She took me in her room