Don't stop, move it right Shake that rust off you tonight Take a sit, sit by my side Getting tipsy and tongue-tied Oh my God, looks so sexy When you bite your lip so hefty Gonna die of heart attack Might as well call 9-1-1 ♪ Gonna die of heart attack Might as well call 9-1-1 ♪ Gonna die of Gonna die of Gonna die of Gonna die of Gonna keep fresh 'Cause the girls uptown Always have something to say Chica, you deserve a crown For the way you move the hips Keep it going Make the boys fall down upon their knees Keep it going To the beat that makes us feel so pleased ♪ I know you gonna dig this ♪ Tell me how it feels To provoke such commotion Show me how it looks When you lose all notion Those sitting there They're just flowing with the motion Moving feet to the music Although they show no emotion Why did you stop playing?