(Burt Bacharach/Hal David) Let the music play. Just a little longer. Just a little longer. Let me hold him in my arms. A little longer Make the music play. Just a little slower. Just a little
deny that is something more, that I need. Not just an echo. I need to get that high that I felt before. And the greed, just won't let go Your body is like music, baby. I wanna play it again. Your
You know I know how. To make em stop and stare as I zone out. The club can't even handle me right now. Watchin you watchin me I go all out. The club can't even handle me right now. The club can't
Buzzin on da beat ho. We in the club *'s packed. If it ain't Roset then we send that * back. Roll it up, we smoke back to back. Don't act up in here homie you don't want that - ahh. This
Buzzin on da beat ho. We in the club *'s packed. If it ain't Roset then we send that * back. Roll it up, we smoke back to back. Don't act up in here homie you don't want that - ahh. This