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Hey, what am I doing standing here On the corner of West 8th Street and 6th Avenue and Ah, skip it Nothing, Keith, watcha, watcha doing? Oh, I think the time has come to get out, get out Get up, get out, get into something new Get up, get out into something new Ooh, and it's got me moving (Got me moving, honey) Ooh, and it's got me moving Ooh, and it's got me moving Ooh, and it's got me moving My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Poor man eyes a rich man Denigrates his property A rich man eyes a poor man And envies his simplicity Get up, get up, into something new Get up, get out, down into something new Ooh, and it's got me moving Ooh, and it's got me moving Ooh, and it's got me moving Ooh, and it's got me moving Ooh, and it's got me moving Yeah, get up, get up, get out Into something new Yeah, all, won't you all, won't you all, won't you all Don't stand accused
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ronald David Wood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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