Michael, Michael, Michael
Wake up, we're going back to Chelmsley Wood
Michael, Michael, Michael
My feet are dancing, can you see them?
Michael, Michael, Michael
I'll change my hair but inside I'll stay the same
Michael, Michael, Michael
I'll draw my lips around my lipstick
My feet are dancing so much and I hate that my feet are dancing so much
Ah, see, if you're feeling like you're looking for a chance to let go
And if you're feeling like you're looking for that change then let go
Let go, let go, let go
Michael, Michael, Michael
Come on, your father was a teddy boy
Michael, Michael, Michael
There's nothing written on your fingernails
Michael, Michael, Michael
You said, Remind me not to be myself
Michael, Michael, Michael
This is not your saw tooth wave
Ah, see, if you're feeling like you're looking for a chance to let go
And if you're feeling like you're looking for that change then let go
Let go, let go, let go
My feet are dancing so much and I hate that my feet are dancing so much
My feet are dancing so much and I hate that my feet are dancing so much
Ah, see, if you're feeling like you're looking for a chance to let go
And if you're feeling like you're looking for that change then let go
Let go, let go, let go
Michael, Michael, Michael
Today the old height rise is coming down
Michael, Michael, Michael
This is not your saw tooth wave
Songwriters
KEENAN, PATRICIA/CARGILL, JAMES
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