I know you want to move,

By those hips, I can tell you want to groove,

So follow me to the floor,

This feeling we will not ignore,

Don't let it be a waste...

Is where my hands will be, lips longing for your taste.

 

From the dancefloor to the bedroom,

following our shadows on the wall where they loom.

 

And girl,

I know you want to move,

By those hips, I can tell you want to groove.

 

Your hips nor your eyes tell lies,

Just like the dancefloor, one rule applies,

Let the music reverberate and move you,

My heart makes a rhythmic beat to move to.

 

Lets not let this feeling be a waste...

Where my hands will be, lips longing for your taste.

 

Grooving from the dancefloor to your bedroom,

Watching our shadows on the wall, where they loom,

 

And luckily only one rules applies,

Let the music move through you,

My heartbeat is one to groove to.