I'm not being cranky
I just hate this party
Think I might as well, spend a night in hell
Reading torture magazine
Than pretending I'm one of you
They move wild and carefree
As hip as hip can be
I think I should split, but wait a minute
I feel something in my knees
Is it music or new voodoo?
Can I resist this?
Am I off my head? What's shaking my hips?
Can I resist this?
It's the kind of beat I just can't dismiss
It's too early for me
I can't set myself free
Can we sit aside, I'm not qualified
I'm the worst you've ever seen
I'm as groovy as a bamboo
Air crawling in air sea
I feel all eyes on me
They have so much grace and I'm out of place
Why am I feeling like a queen?
Is it music or new voodoo?
Can I resist this?
Am I off my head? What's shaking my hips?
Can I resist this?
It's the kind of beat I just can't dismiss
