Twist It, Shake It. Rock & Roll

Are you sure she’s not the son of a whore?
No I just wanna get to know her a little bit more
Shake it, rock and roll
Twist it, shake it, rock and roll
In my head angels scream
Searching for some love and understanding
Are you sure she’s not the son of a whore?
Oh I just wanna get to know her a little bit more so oh my
Baby bye you’re hurting me
Oh, oh, oh my
She reminds me a little bit of you
And in my head angels scream
Searching for some love or satisfaction
Are you sure she’s not the son of a whore?
No I just wanna get to hold her a little bit more
Shake it, rock and roll
Twist it, shake it, rock and roll
Only if she twists and shakes it
Like she says she do
And only if you hold your hand
She reminds me a little bit of you