their chances Somewhere else Please don't watch me dancing don't watch me dancing Please don't watch me dancing don't watch me dancing ...
Hey now here we go let's start the show Those that know me call me 'Lo But you can call me The Soul Machine Watch, see what I mean? Four million flavors
dance my life away And if you can't seem to find any words to say Make a joy-ful noise, fifth around it's another day When you see me you would know
wanna know is where the party at? I've been watching you you've been watching me Let's stop playing games girl come and dance with me Don't you hear the music? Don't
you can't strut, word up Bet ya man can't do it like that (Like that?) He can't work the middle 'Cause his thing too little Bet ya man can't do it like
stop saying i love you i don't know what you mean anyway i don't know what love is and... you don't know what love is and... it doesn't
up on it) U don't want me on the mic Prince, get on it, get, get, get on it Naw man, U don't want me on the mic (Don't stop it) Yeah, yeah, oh yeah It
, girl, or I promise you Not another word Always wondered How to make you watch Well, watch me now I took a little trip to Coney Island I took a little
my life, I don't know no other You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain You grab the brass ring
ba back, hey hey Kill joy, kill joy, kill joy, kill joy Watch them bullets ricochet like Blam ba blam, blam blam ba blam blam Kill joy Everybody let
me, not me `Cause that's not what i want to be Cause I'm Mama's little boy Mam tells me everything she sees Well it may scare you but it don't scare
and don't you panic I just love how the dancehall girls keep wining ? Ina timing And dem give me the vibes ina dancehall everytime a little a this and a little
Everybody, let's have a party I've been watching you You've been watching me Let's stop playing games girl come and dance with me don't you hear the music don't
Pun Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?) He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
very ground's in flame. You sail your dirty river and you sing your little songs You dance your pretty dances and recite your petty wrongs Don't you
, back ba back, hey hey! [Chorus] Kill joy, kill joy, a kill joy, a kill joy Watch them bullets ricochet like Blam ba blam, blam blam ba blam blam Kill joy
[Verse One] She's always dancin' like every little chance she gets And little man can't wait to get his hands on the whip They don't understand life nor
