Dance up a storm

All night long Go moving you hips Dance up a storm And no one else will stay home

I got a little sugar baby down the road She's sittin' on a radio and rockin' on roll We'll dance up a storm and later all night We'll be workin' on doin' all the wrong things right.

But after a while, when my mouth's not so dry I'll dance up a storm, sure life's looking fine But as darkness falls, I return to my bed

C'est Wags, (C'est Wags) C'est Bon (C'est Bon) Ruff, ruff! You'll dance up a storm at the beach or the ballroom... C'est Wags, (C'est Wags)