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Turn it up Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been singing in the city I know Too many troubles, all these others got you losing control You're like a gin to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold I want the good life, in this good life you're a hard one to hold 'Cause you don't even know I can make your hands clap Said I can make your hands clap Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been singing in the city I know Too many troubles, all these others got you losing control You're like a gin to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold I want your love and attention when I'm seeing you close 'Cause you don't even know I can make your hands clap Said I can make your hands clap Every night when the stars come out Am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could be around 'Cause I'm in need of something good right now We could be dancing till the sun comes out And when we stop we'd be the only sound Get on my knees and say a prayer, James Brown That I can make your hands clap That I can make your hands clap Turn it up That I can make your hands clap My mind is searching for the worst and best, don't ever deny It's like a stranger, re-arrange all the wrongs and the rights Secrets on Broadway, to the freeway, you're a keeper of crimes Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten our time But you don't even know I can make your hands clap Said I can make your hands clap Every night when the stars come out Am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could be around 'Cause I'm in need of something good right now We could be dancing till the sun comes out And when we stop we'd be the only sound Get on my knees and say a prayer, James Brown That I can make your hands clap That I can make your hands clap That I can make your hands clap That I can make your hands clap So can I get a hand clap?
Writer(s): Eric Frederic, Noelle Scaggs, Samuel Hollander, Joseph Karnes, John Wicks, Jeremy Ruzumna, Michael Fitzpatrick, James King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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