Baby you’ve got the groove
To make me move
You’ve got the face
To make my heart race
You’ve got the eyes
To light my skies
With fires of passion
That soon grow ashen

Baby you’ve got the hands
To put you in command
You’ve got the legs
That spread like the plague
You’ve got the heart
To tear me all apart
With fires of passion
That soon grow ashen

Baby you’ve got the hands
To put you in command
You’ve got the legs
That spread like the plague
You’ve got the heart
To tear me
To tear me apart

Baby you’ve got the groove
To make me move
Baby you’ve got the groove
To make me move
To make me move