"I've been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh tell me what I got
I've got this feeling
that time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut loose,
footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back, c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues everybody cut footloose"
Yeah, baby felt good just writing the words. Gotta get up to get down people. Get out this weekend and shake your cellulite riddled asses.
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