Lyrics:

I've got the new sincerity
I've got a secret vocabulary
I've got midi in, out, through
I've got dialectical sprecstimme
I've got herm choreography
I've got a conceptual stunt double
I've got a deviant scene, I mean
I've got multiple alliances
I've got to move
Whoa-oh-oh
I've got to move
Whoa-oh-oh
I've got to move
Whoa-oh-oh
I've got to move
Whoa-oh-oh
I've got the gift of fear
I've got the courage to heal
I've got site specificity
I've got plan B ability
I've got to move
Whoa-oh-oh
I've got to move
Whoa-oh-oh
I've got to move
Whoa-oh-oh
I've got to move
Whoa-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, got to move

I've got, I've got
I've got, I've got
I've got, I've got
I've got, I've got
I've got extensive bibliographies
I've got flow disruption
I've got wildlife metaphors
I've got post-binary gender chores

My fake French is hot
You can't make me stop
Got nowhere to run to, baby
Come on turn it up
My fake French is hot
You can't make me stop
Got nowhere to run to, baby
Come on turn it up