Mua muistathan (Iltalaulu) - Thomas Mørk & Alissa Kovalainen

You know, I try so hard but I think you don't see Because I'm moving so fast, we call it rock 'n' rollin' My weapon seems useless 'cause you're on to me You are impossible to read, you're always straight controllin' Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa Gonna do a voodoo dance until you feel my power now, ow! You know I feel so smooth, I'm always struttin' when in motion Make the little girls dance 'cause I'm rock 'n' rollin' It really doesn't matter that you're hard to please 'Cause when you give me your smile, I'm yours for straight controllin' Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa Gonna do a voodoo dance until you feel my power now, ow! You know, I try so hard but I think you don't see Because I'm moving so fast, we call it rock 'n' rollin' My weapon seems useless 'cause you're on to me You are impossible to read, you're always straight controllin' Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa Gonna do a voodoo dance until you feel my power now, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa, ow! Oh, oh-oh Miss Alissa Gonna do a voodoo dance until you feel my power now, ow! You gonna feel my power I feel it too Now dance, huh You mean dance?

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