Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
Put your money where your mouth is
Get your finger on the buzzer
Paint it on
Show the bumps
Cos you're really gonna jump tonight
Can you fell you're getting ready?
Don't you see it in the mirror?
Show it all
Show too much
Hey, you're really gonna jump tonight
Drink in all that funky stuff
Take it till you've had enough
Put your image in your pocket
Hang your collar in the closet
Cause a crash
Make a splash
Cos you're really gonna wipe `em out
Getting rid of inhibitions
Makes a little exhibition
Turn it on
Lossen up
Cos you're really gonna wipe `em out
Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you
Watch your step, she's gonna run you through
Dressed to kill, she's got amazing grace
Watch the Devil, with an angel's face
Drink in all that funky stuff
Take it till you've had enough
So you're lookin' like a million
And you're getting the attention
Play `em up
Turn `em on
Boy they're really gonna work tonight
Hey he's sittin' in the corner
Like a little Jack Horner
Make him break
Take his cake
Oh he's gonna be your fool tonight
Catch him with that funky stuff
Take him till you've had enough
Put your money where your mouth is    Get your finger on the buzzer    Paint it on    Show the bumps    Cos you're really gonna jump tonight    Can you fell you're getting ready?    Don't you see it in the mirror?    Show it all    Show too much    Hey, you're really gonna jump tonight    Drink in all that funky stuff    Take it till you've had enough    Put your image in your pocket    Hang your collar in the closet    Cause a crash    Make a splash    Cos you're really gonna wipe `em out    Getting rid of inhibitions    Makes a little exhibition    Turn it on    Lossen up    Cos you're really gonna wipe `em out    Dressed to kill, she wanna play with you    Watch your step, she's gonna run you through    Dressed to kill, she's got amazing grace    Watch the Devil, with an angel's face    Drink in all that funky stuff    Take it till you've had enough    So you're lookin' like a million    And you're getting the attention    Play `em up    Turn `em on    Boy they're really gonna work tonight    Hey he's sittin' in the corner    Like a little Jack Horner    Make him break    Take his cake    Oh he's gonna be your fool tonight    Catch him with that funky stuff    Take him till you've had enough