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.

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