I spin around n find myself again with a thought:
Im just a man on the street.
You check it out, another lookalike
but hes not me.
I know the places, I know the faces
n I know that fact that the action is to go.
Im satisfied with the tempo of the night, oh cant you see?
Lights are blinking n Im left thinking that Im sinking into the groove of the night.
You habg around with me, and Ill let you know,
The things that we can do, places we can go.
When the world is in her hands
Everthings complete.
When the world is in her hands
Its everything I need.
She loves you all the same
Though black turns to white.
Oh yeah shes generating love.
Do I have to answer? Ill find another dancer,
Im a man in the street.
To get your daily satisfaction
Youve got to be greedy.
No time to settle down, no time to
push myself around.
Im satisfied with the tempo of the night, oh cant you see?
(Let me say)
Once again, Ive got a feeling that
Im dealing with the groove of the night.
Every move she does is generating love,
Its in her veins, its in her blood.
(Shes generating love)
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