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Haha Alright, here we go
To see him walkin' by, he might not catch your eye Here's why Not quite Heaven-sent, kinda Clark Kent Yeah, that's right He's got the profile of an average Joe But wicked on the weekends when he's on a roll
He rocks, he kicks Born for a good time and he don't miss a lick He can talk it, he can walk it He can throw down with the best Gets you thinkin' things that you never would confess Send your mama into shock He rocks
He's got all the moves, showed me one or two, ha, oh, yes He'll take you 'cross the floor, charm you to the core for sure Throwin' on some makeup, kinkin' up my hair Come on, taxi driver, you gotta get me there
He rocks, he kicks, uh Born for a good time and he don't miss a lick He can talk it, he can walk it He can throw down with the best Gets you thinkin' things that you never would confess Send your body into shock He rocks
Oh, he rocks, he kicks, uh Born for a good time and he don't miss a lick He can talk it, he can walk it He can throw down with the best Gets you thinkin' things that you never would confess Send your mama into shock, haha He rocks Woo, send your body into shock He rocks
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