Into the Groove - Ian Post

Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy, what will it be? Music can be such a revelation Dancing around, you feel the sweet sensation We might be lovers if the rhythm's right I hope this feeling never ends tonight Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night, I lock the doors, where no one else can see I'm tired of dancing here all by myself Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy, what will it be? Gonna get to know you in a special way This doesn't happen to me every day Don't try to hide it, love wears no disguise I see the fire burning in your eyes Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy, what will it be? Yeah Live out your fantasy here with me Just let the music set you free Just touch my body a million times Now I know you're mine Now I know you're mine Now I know you're mine Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy, what will it be? Get into the groove Get into the groove Get into the groove Get into the groove

Uh! Awwww! Who that be? Misdemeanor on an MIC. Uh! Uh! Get into the groove. Let me show you some moves. It's best you take it from me, yeah. Get up on your feet. Let me step to the beat. Show you how it should be.(this is how I want it) Everybody comes to Hollywood. They wanna make it in the Neighborhood They like the smell of it in Hollywood How could it hurt you When it looks so good? Misdemeanor on an MIC. I got the fresh kicks, thick hips, best believe me And Madonna 'bout to hurt 'em like a tag team. You gonna love us in our GAP jeans. We walk by, people ask "Where you get them jeans?" On fire, call emergency. G A capital P You know how we... Get into the groove. Let me show you some moves. It's best you take it from me, yeah. Get up on your feet. Let me step to the beat. Show you how it should be. Wanna get to know you in a special way. This doesn't happen to me everyday. Don't try to hide it Love wears no disguise. I see the fire burning in your eyes. Only when I'm dancing, can I feel this Free? At night, I lock the doors Where no one else can see. I'm tired of dancing here all by myself. Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else. Get into the groove. Let me show you some moves. It's best you take it from me, yeah. Get up on your feet. Let me step to the beat. Show you how it should be. And let me go and do my thing. I'll beat ya hard on the track If you know what I mean. Hollywood and New York, Madonna is the Queen. And misdemeanor say, uh! Uh! Live out your fantasy here with me. Just let the music set you free. Touch my body and move in time. Now I know you're mine. Now I know you're mine. Now I know you're mine. Now I know you're mine. Now I know you're mine. You've got to... Get into the groove. Let me show you some moves. It's best you take it from me, yeah. Get up on your feet. Let me step to the beat. Show you how it should be. Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove your love to me. Get up on your feet, yeah, step to the beat. Boy, what will it be? You've got to... Get into the groove. Let me show you some moves. It's best you take it from me, yeah. Get up on your feet. Let me step to the beat. Show you how it should be.

Those beneath us are the ones who need us You've let somebody else take our place Cry us a river Cross your little fingers You've let somebody else take our place I'm addicted to conception of affectionate narration Hang the king, elect the bleak reflection of perfection A bald man's statue in the middle of a square I love this land, dog Express the extraordinary need for demonstration Build the bigger and balder piece of bloody meditation A black building, white building, green building, people singing: I love this land, but Mother of god Was all of it worth it? Don't stand in the doorway Oh, don't block up the hall WE ARE DONE Christmas present Life is not that pleasant All those idols are not worth your time The words are forgotten They're drowning in the water Where's the beauty in your ordinary life? We're fallen idols Begging for your kindness Do you remember all the songs we used to play? We bow in your presence Hope you buy our record Don't let somebody else take our place

I'ma take a Bud Light break, ah, ah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work? And I just got off the phone, yeah, with my realtor And I've been eating so good that, bitch, my belly broke And I might cop that Mulsanne cause, bitch, that Bentley talk Put that sauce on that bitch real quick Put that ice on that wrist real slick Girl, I know you know my wallet's real thick And I'm wonderin', wonderin' what you're drinking I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my goddamn jewelry, yeah Hey, I just hopped out the foreign, looking so pretty, yeah And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion You know that White Iverson, no, keep that jewelry tucked And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck Girl, I'm zoned out, I feel my Xans Ain't nobody understand It's you and I, go and call your friends Let's get a lot of kerosene You gon' ride that bump-and-grind Yeah, let me see that double-time You ain't gotta tell them hoes because they know, yeah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my God damn jewelry Tell me, who do you call? When the night gets long And you're sitting by the phone 'Cause all those drugs wore off I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life