the dance and, being a man of no small charms with the ladies myself, I decided to park Old Paint and change my socks -- from him to me. (I find that
cares if it suns or pours, in an hour between trains Barney puts the record on and the aimless rise to dance Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you I see you, George
with them sunshades on What u say tonight The sun is settin' and its almost dawn You know i am bout to say right You wanna hang with your crew Wanna dance me
world? Ain't afraid to eat fried chicken and dirty dance to Merle Ain't you glad we ain't all California girls? There ain't nothing wrong with plastic
Written by John Mellencamp and George Green Pre-war matador save your broken bones Golden rule, he's such a fool in the streets alone Slow burn, taciturn
tease me Give it to me now nice and easy Since I moved up like George and wheezy Cream to the maximum I be askin' 'em Would you like to bounce with
I let you love me would you let me call you, George" I said, "Baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby) Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George
Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George? This is your conscience, motherfucker Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone? What's wrong with you? Well, why can't we just dance
make the real noise, just u and me I could tell u things 2 get u excited, things u never heard U know the kama sutra? I could re-write it with half
best friend told me what you did last night You left me sleeping in my bed I was dreaming but I should have been with you instead Chorus: Wake me up
with me, is you with me Its fly or die so get live tonight Can you feel the sick run the city? Is you with me, is you with me I said its fly or die
here to kill you boys with the flex of my mic grip So pump your fist like this, but don't miss The hook and the break when you decide to dance to this
He found love, he found pain He found stores so he started to shop He had no money So he got in trouble with a cop Kids in trouble with the cops From
Just like a fool I asked him if he'd go with us tonight And like a fool I let him dance with you and hold you tight I knew if you'd be thrilled by all
went, we all originate from the same descent I make a lot of cents, sense and pence, gold, myrrh and frankincense When I'm in France they blow me francs, Frank With
last Come join me in this toast Because the old black rum's got a hold on me Like a dog wrapped round my leg And the old black rum's got a hold on me
'cause it's crazy how I Get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses That can back this ruff necks from New York to L.A. Been down with me since Poor George