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Song infos | Lyrics
LyricsHey, what am I doing standing here on the corner ofWest 8th Street and the 6th Avenue and... Ah, skip it. Nothing. Keith! Watcha, watcha doing? [whistle] Oh, I think the time has come to get out, get out Get up, get out, get into something new Get up, get out, into something new Oh! And it's got me moving, got me moving honey Oh! And it's got me moving, got me moving honey Oh! And it's got me moving, got me moving honey Oh! And it's got me moving, got me moving honey My my my, my my my, my my my, my my my my Poor man eyes a rich man Denigrates his poverty Rich man loves a poor man Envies his simplicity Get up, get out, into something new Get up, get out, down into something new Oh, and it's got me moving Oh, and it's got me moving Oh, and it's got me moving... Yeah, get up, get up, get out Into something new Yeah, all, woncha all, woncha all, woncha all Still stand accused... |
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