End. Lyrics: Intro: I got the rhythm; she’s got the moves, All tight fits and all the right grooves, She’ll cut the rug if I cut her loose, I got the rhythm; she’s got the moves, Verse 1: Every sugar rush ends in a crash, Every week’s got a flavor but it never lasts, Bad taste, I’m guilty of that, I know, Well, I never been a class A act, I’m an overachiever with my my courtesy last, But I can fake a mean heart attack, When I’m loosing control, Oh. Pre-chorus: Yeah, I know what I like, I (guitartabs.cc)
