You used to look like simple people
Nothing special, just skin on meat
And now you look like Farrah Fawcett
(she's hot)
Makes me wonder what's wrong with me
You turn around, get so emotional
Go back to the 70', I used to look like Al Pacino
Time to get back on my feet
Get That Body Back
G-g-get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
G-g-get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
I passed out in emotion
Richard Timmon's holding me
I does with that, oh, wine is perfect
Then I hear you calling me
Get That Body Back
G-g-get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
G-g-get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
G-g-get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
G-g-get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
I don't need money
I just want that body
Wearing your t-shirt top of my head
Call off middle scar
Open up the freezer
We can have a pizza
Maybe a smoothie
I don't need money
I just want that body
Wearing your t-shirt top of my head
Call off middle scar
Open up the freezer
We can have a pizza
Maybe a smoothie
Get That Body Back
G-g-get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
G-g-get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Get That Body Back
Al Pacino
Al Pacino
Al Pacino
Al Pacino
Al Pacino
Al Pacino...
Writer(s): Jack Conte, Nataly Conte
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