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Slow down, there s just one truth here that counts -
Flat out, you re in to me, yeah, you re bound.
Been givin it up, babe,
Givin it up for you.
Bustin a move where
Angels fear to tread.
Our town s too small to hide in the crowd.
Profound - how deep a debt can compound.
Been givin it up, babe,
Givin it up for you.
Bustin a move where
Angels fear to tread.
I give you more
With my left hand
Than your army of Homer Simpsons.
The time we spend
Horizontal s so bland
It makes me wish I was back
In prison.
Bustin a move
Bustin a move
Bustina move on you.
Just watch me turn the screw.
I think I ll toy with you.