Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We started out friends, said that you're the kind of man takes every girl for a fool
When the worlds go to it, they always fall, but can they do it with a cold foot, I say're you're--
Well, you, you
The fantastic kids are so nasty
(Say what?)
Those nasty kids are fantastic
Five, four, three, two, one
We came here to rock the microphone
We came here to rock the microphone
Our aim was to break it down to the bone
Our aim was to break it down to the bone
What's gonna rock
What's gonna rock
What's gonna rock
What's gonna rock
We started out friends, said that you're the kind of man takes every girl for a fool
What's my boyfriend's going to do and do the shot and do the do
We came here to rock the microphone
We came here to rock the microphone
Our aim was to break it down to the bone
Our aim was to break it down to the bone
We came here to rock the microphone
We came here to rock the microphone
Our aim was to break it down to the bone
Our aim was to break it down to the bone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Raynard Miner, David Reeves, B. Robinson, Lamont Herbert Dozier, Carl Smith, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland, Lloyd Ashley Pinchback, C. Robinson, Roquel Davis
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