| Every time that I get around ya
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| Something takes a hold of my soul
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| Stirring me up until I can’t get enough
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| When you move it makes my sweat turn cold
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| 'Cause you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| And now I’ve got you in the palm of my hand
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| Get all dramatic, erratic, your moves are automatic
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| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| That’s my jam
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| That’s my jam
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| That’s my jam
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| That’s my jam
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| That’s my jam
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| Every time that I get around ya
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| Something takes a hold of my mind
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| Three seconds time, I’m bout to redline, singing
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| Ooh, yeah you shake it so fine
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| 'Cause when you move it slow, my bones start shaking
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| You move it so, I can’t stop
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| 'Cause you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| And now I’ve got you in the palm of my hand
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| Get all dramatic, erratic, your moves are automatic
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| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| That’s my jam
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| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| That’s my jam
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| I’ve got you in the palm of my hand
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| That’s my jam
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| 'Cause you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| That’s my jam
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| But you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| That’s my jam
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| Now I love the way how the gal dem shake it up
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| Can’t maintain how the gal dem make it up
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| Tan up strong and mek we long long long it up
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| Drop the riddim and the gal dem give it up
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| Come fe dance from dusk till dawn
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| Lock me door and turn the lights on
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| Excellence from the day that me born
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| Now I’m calling out by morning
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| Pour your sugar all over me
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| Wind that body, take you home with me
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| Feels so good you got to raise your hands
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| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| Every time that I get around ya
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| Something takes a hold of my soul
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| Stirring me up until I can’t get enough
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| When you move it makes my sweat turn cold
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| 'Cause you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| And now I’ve got you in the palm of my hand
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| Get all dramatic, erratic, your moves are automatic
|
| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance
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| That’s my jam
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| That’s my jam
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| That’s my jam
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| That’s my jam
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| That’s my jam |