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
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
