作词 : Matt Johnson/Samuel George Lewis/David Brown/Dustin Bowie

作曲 : Matt Johnson/Samuel George Lewis/David Brown/Dustin Bowie

One

Two

Three, you gotta move

Four, when the beat stops baby we can rock some more

One, you gotta have fun

Three, you gotta move

Four, when the beat stops baby we can rock some more

I think we're onto something I want some more

I think we're onto something I want some more

I think we're onto something I want some more

Feels so familiar like we've been here before

Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes

Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes

Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes

Just let it happen, feed the fire

When the beat stops baby we can rock some more

When the beat stops baby we can rock some more

Your sweat is dripping getting under my skin

I got you open won't you pull me in (Pull me in)

You pour it on me slipping into desire

Whatever happens, when the beat stops baby we can rock some more

I think we're onto something I want some more

Feels so familiar like we've been here before

Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes

Just let it happen, feed the fire

Your sweat is dripping getting under my skin

I got you open won't you pull me in (Pull me in)

You pour it on me slipping into desire

Whatever happens, feed the fire

When the beat stops baby we can rock some more

When the beat stops baby we can rock some more

When the beat stops baby we can rock some more

When the beat stops baby we can rock some more

When the beat stops baby we can rock some more

Your sweat is dripping getting under my skin

I got you open won't you pull me in (Pull me in)

You pour it on me slipping into desire

Whatever happens, feed the fire

I think we're onto something I want some more

Feels so familiar like we've been here before

Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes

Just let it happen, feed the fire

Your sweat is dripping getting under my skin

I got you open won't you pull me in (Pull me in)

You pour it on me slipping into desire

Whatever happens, feed the f