Rocking All The Way
Well, one mad shuffle,
He says two women is trouble,
Sweat out a duel, I'm humming right at you,
I said you didn't even rate,
Commin' on at night,
You know to come along with you,
You've gotta run away and hide,
Two by two,
Well, I said I'm commin' right at you,
She's rockin' all the way,
She's commin' out my way,
She's goin' all the way,
She's commin out to play,
She's sexy in her boots,
Tear up all the news,
Shoot you in the back,
Driving you mad,
Come on hear me out, and take my advice,
She won't stop until you're in her sights,
She's rockin' all the way,
She's commin' out my way,
She's goin' all the way,
She's commin' out today,
She's rockin' all the way,
She's commin' out to play,
She's goin' all the way,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah all the way,
She's rockin' all the way,
She's commin' out my way,
She's goin' all the way,
She's commin out to play,
One man shuffle, two women trouble,
Gonna kick ya right off the track,
Ya gotta push it, lug it,
Thrust her over it,
She's gonna make it pay, all the way,
She's commin' out my way,
She rockin' all the way
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