Maybe we could cook some dope, but their isn't any dope.
It would sure be nice to hang, but their isn't any rope.
Well get down
Maybe we could take a walk, but it's hard to motivate.
Try to focus try to talk, but it's hard to concentrate
Well, get down, get down, hey, let's get down
All emotions like a stone, feelin' vacant to the bone.
I know I should send you home, but I don't want to be alone.
You don't need to know my name, ever body feels the same.
But I need something to do, So I guess it's me n' you…. Get down
Mother Mary's at the door, sweep our souls off of the floor.
God will love you to the core, even Jesus loved a whore.
Eatin' food that has no taste, might seem to some to be a waste.
But, hungry people know their needs, we'll all feel better when we feed…
And get down, get down, get down
You don't have to say a word, or look in each other's eyes
I know somewhere out there I heard, you want true love you let it lie
So baby don't pretend to care, like climbing mountains cause they're there
You don't today to feel, by tomorrow it won't be real.
I don't need to know your name, ever junky fucks the same
But we need something to do, so I guess it's me and you…
And get down, well get down, get down, Hey we get down
Writer(s): Antoine Clamaran, Laurent Pautrat
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