Hey, what am I doing standing here on the corner of 
  
 West 8th Street and 6th Avenue and... 
 
  
 Ah, skip it. 
 
  
 Nothing. Keith! Watcha, watcha doing? (whistle) 
  
 Oh, I think the time has come to get out, get out 
 
  
 Get up, get out, get into something new 
  
 Get up, get out, into something new 
 
  
 Ooh! And it's got me moving (Got me moving honey!) 
  
 Ooh! And it's got me moving 
  
 Ooh! And it's got me moving 
  
 Ooh! And it's got me moving 
 
  
 My my my, my my my, my my my, my my my, my 
 
  
 Poor man eyes a rich man 
  
 Denigrates his property 
  
 A rich man eyes a poor man 
  
 And envies his simplicity. 
 
  
 Get up, get up, into something new 
  
 Get up, get out, down into something new 
 
  
 Ooh! and it's got me moving 
  
 Ooh! and it's got me moving 
  
 Ooh! and it's got me moving 
  
 Ooh! and it's got me moving 
  
 Ooh! and it's got me moving 
 
  
 Yeah, get up, get up, get out 
  
 Into something new 
  
 Yeah, all, woncha all, woncha all, woncha all 
  
 Don't stand accused....
czwartek, 22 grudnia 2011
The Rolling Stones - Dance
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