Letra de Moving Slow

You say that your turkey is rising in your blood now Take a load of juicy juice Just turn your self loose Button up your directions Let loose as a goose. Turn around to the other set now Take it home in a Corvette now Oh won't you be a melody maker Pushing tape and bending fingers Somebody turned a juror loose Oh loose mother, its a loose goose Running up the track now Fast oh how it's smooth and slow Seems like it's the end, yes Play it over again, you're a melody maker