Tackhead class rock

Talk about rock,
hard as a rock.
You can bet your last dollar that this groove is coming over me,
take your jacket off it's time to sweat profusely.
Chorus: I really wanna rock your body,
body rock your body.
I'm rockin' so psychotic I think you can tell,
now you see my logic like a bell,
I feel so robotic dancing by myself,
chance is I'm neurotic help me off the shelf.
Chorus
I've got my pointy shoes on the attitude is savage,
little skirts & funk me pumps I think my eyes are damaged,
my pants are getting tight & oh it's so hot,
twisted brains rot that's class rock.
Chorus
You better call a doctor to give me a check,
I think I know what's wrong,
a case of funk neglect.
Chorus