Friday, December 19, 2008

Something By Chloe Rae

Get your groove on, scooter over and move on
Get your groove on, scooter over and move on

Mouth moves without thinking
I’m not the one to blame
I’ve done my time
Of hiding from this world
Which you’re making out to be all in shame
It’s not what you think
Only what you believe to hear
Why can’t they get over something which “happened last year?

Mixing up the dance floor in my imagination
Spread the glory, get attention like thunder
Stand on one leg and Bop de bop

Mixing up the dance floor in my Imagination
Spread the glory, get attention like thunder

These friends use to be far from being my enemies
Tied to the only thought of ever been recruited
I’ve felt the distance, missed the Laughter

Mixing up the dance floor in my imagination
Spread the glory, get attention like thunder
Stand on one leg and Bop de bop
Mixing up the dance floor in my Imagination
Spread the glory, get attention like thunder
It’s not what you think only
what you believe to hear
Why can’t they get over something which “happened last year?

Get your groove on, scooter over and move on
Get your groove on, scooter over and move on

I’m feeling the chill of losing the thought
I can only think for the moment and move on from
Living in the past

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