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

Scott Bradford has been building web sites and using them to say what he thinks since 1995, which tended to get him in trouble with power-tripping assistant principals at the time. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Public Administration from George Mason University, but has spent most of his career (so far) working on public- and private-sector web sites. He is not a member of any political party, and brands himself an ‘independent constitutional conservative.’ In addition to holding down a day job and blogging about challenging subjects like politics, religion, and technology, Scott is also a devout Catholic, gun-owner, bike rider, and music lover with a wife, two cats, and a dog.