歌詞
It was midnight, partylights
I was uptight and looked a sight
The maitre d' said "Friend...
Don't worry 'bout it just come on in"
All around me people
Dressed to the "T", they weren't like me
Sophistication, class, and with the music
They all began to dance
(Get off)
You fascinate me when you do
The things you do your stuff
You fascinate me when you move
You're just too tough
(Get off)
The ladies sweet, the gents chic
I loved the magic, I felt the beat
Contagious, outrageous
And so I took a closer look
The motivation was so strong
I asked myself "what could go wrong?"
Started twirling, grooving, just freaking out
Electrifying, no denying they began to shout
(Get off)
You fascinate me when you do
The things you do your stuff
You fascinate me when you move
You're just too tough
(Get off)
Written by: Fred Washington, Gerald Albright, Patrice Rushen
