Текст: Beth Hirsch. No Refrain.

Knock hard, I can?t hear anymore
I?ve been wasting on a whisper
Jump start, all this flesh on the floor
Just like in Bowling when he finally ...

Checking out a fancy
With no time to skip the beat
Checking out a fancy
Sweet!

Tucking in the waved heat and
My back begins to wave

Hey Kevin guess what?
You just sent me to heaven
Don?t mind you
Now you?re Mr. Blue

Pouring me jugs of juice
For the diary
I?m ?back to Jamaica?
Feeling irey

Loving in the seventh
Lots of sharps and flats to play
Loving in the seventh
Day

Keep your faith in the right
You might swing and start to sway