On The Move - The Record Company

My baby got me on the move

Well, she got me on the move

And the woman’s oh so cruel

Bitch got me on the move

Well, she got me ingorin' the traffic light

'Cause they look so still

I swear, I’d swim to Paris to get her

If I hadn’t booked my flight, yeah

She got me wearin' snowshoes

It’s cold bein' on her trail

Ain’t nothin' could shake the thought from my brain

Of the way she make me scream and yell

She got me on the move

She got me on the move

The woman’s oh so cruel

And she got me on the move

Well, she phenomenally plastic

As a way to call out your passion

She’ll break into your home and decorate

And escape to leave ya there alone

Clean as the rain passin' over

But her eyes fill up with gold

Ain’t ever gonna love no one long enough

To find herself a widow, nah

She got me on the move

She got me on the move

Yeah, the woman’s oh so cruel

And she got me on the move

That’s right

Now, baby, everything is dangerous

When you’re goin' faster and faster

She comes home from the bar after dark

And ain’t a man born that can catch her

She’ll leave you slain and lyin' in the ashes

Burnin' up cash and happiness

She look like a bonfire in city light

She’s the antidote of disaster

Hey, got me on the move

She got me on the move

She got me on the move

Ooh, baby

You got me on the move

Babe, you’re way too cruel

You got me on the move

Look out, baby, don’t be so cruel

Whew

The woman looks so cruel

The woman’s oh so cruel

The woman’s oh so cruel

Hey, the woman’s oh so cruel, brother

The woman’s oh so cruel

The woman’s oh so cruel

Ooh

No, baby, don’t be so cruel

Yeah

It’s alright

It’s alright

It’s alright