Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough
Lovely is the feelin' now
Fever, temperatures rising now
Power (ah power) is the force the vow
That makes it happen
It asks no questions why (ooh)
So get closer (closer now) to my body now
Just love me 'til you don't know how (ooh)
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Touch me and I feel on fire
Ain't nothin' like a love desire
I'm melting (I'm melting) like hot candle wax
Sensation (ah sensation) lovely where we're at (ooh)
So let love take us through the hours
I won't be complainin'
'Cause this is love power (ooh)
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
(ooh)
Heartbreak enemy despise
Eternal (ah eternal) love shines in my eyes (ooh)
So let love take us through the hours
I won't be complainin' (no no)
The force is love power
Keep on with the force don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
(repeat 8 times)v (adlib to fade)
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