Lyrics

When we fall on the ground we pick ourselves up No moping around we dust ourselves off Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh We're back baby Back at it Dag nab it Back on the grind Back in the seat Back on the line Back on our feet Back in the groove Back in the lane Back on the move Back in the game Think I'm over here feeling bad for myself Ain't nobody got time for that I'm picking myself up off the mat No need to lick my wounds any longer More than just return to form I'm coming back stronger When we fall on the ground we pick ourselves up No moping around we dust ourselves off Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh We're back baby Back at it Dag nab it I give myself a little talking to I say everyone gets down baby Everybody gets the blues And there ain't no shame in calling for help Matter of fact, that's the way to take care of yourself When we fall on the ground we pick ourselves up No moping around we dust ourselves off Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh We're back baby Back at it Dag nab it Back on the grind Back in the seat Back on the line Back on our feet Back in the groove Back in the lane Back on the move And we're back in the game When we fall on the ground we pick ourselves up No moping around we dust ourselves off Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh We're back baby Back at it Dag nab it When we fall on the ground we pick ourselves up No moping around we dust ourselves off Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh We're back baby Back at it Dag nab it
Writer(s): Yitzhak Bira Vanara Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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