Rock It

It’s eleven, finally
She’s been working like a maniac since three
Takes bus seven, going west
She pass the drycleaning, picks up her favourite dress
Oh-woo-ho
She’s gonna rock it tonight
Get ready
Nothing can stop it tonight
Mocha brunette, slim and tall
But during daytime noone sees her at all
On friday nights, you can be sure
When she moves everybody’s looking at her
Oh-woo-ho
She’s gonna rock it tonight
Get ready
Nothing can stop it tonight
They look at her like if she’s crazy
But the way she moves it just amaze me She knows excactly, where to run
Can take it further every time she’s having fun
Like a tornado, hurricane
She’s such a good time can i see her again
Oh-woo-ho
She’s gonna rock it tonight
Get ready
Nothing can stop it tonight