Текст песни Jennifer Hudson - Move

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Move, move! Move right out of my life! Move, move! Move right out of my life! [EFFIE WHITE (LORRELL ROBINSON AND DEENA JONES):] You better move (Move!) You're steppin' on my heart I said move (Move) You're tearing it apart, please move! (Please move) Ohhh, what am I gonna do, my heart (My heart) Ooh, breaking breaking up over you (Breaking, breaking up over you!) You've got such magnetic power That just keeps holding me down (Oooh) I feel just like a flower That you keep stomping the ground [DREAMETTES:] Move, move! Move right out of my life! Move it, move it! Out of my life! Move, move! Move right out of my life! Move it, move it! Out of my life! Move, move! Move right out of my life! [EFFIE WHITE (LORRELL ROBINSON AND DEENA JONES):] You are so horribly Satanic The way you lead me around (Oooh) I feel just like the Titanic (Ohhhhh) I'm always going down, down, down, down! (Move, move, you're steppin' on my style) You're steppin' on my style! (Move, move, I wanna breathe for a while) Ohh, please move, I wanna breathe for a while (Move, move, move right outta my life) Ohh, baby! (Move it, move it, outta my life) Ohh, baby! (Move, move, move right outta my life) Get outta my life! (Move it, move it, outta my life) There's too much pain and strife So why don't you pack it up and move it, (Move) Take the cat, kit, and caboodle (Move) Your broken down car (Move) Your old smelly cigar (Move) And just move right outta my (Move, move, move) Move right outta my life! (Move right outta my life!) [DREAMETTES:] Please move, move, move, move, Please move, move, move, move... [continue in background] [ANNOUNCER:] Come on! Come on! Come on, you can do better, for the delectable, the delicious, The defiant... Dreamettes! [C.C. WHITE:] You were great! There is no way we are gonna lose! [ANNOUNCER:] In exactly one minute, the winner of our talent contest, The winner of a week's paid engagement, right here at The Apollo Theater! [LORRELL:] I can't take it! I can't take the suspense! [Song:] Fake Your Way To The Top Lyrics [JAMES EARLY:] Thirteen years of solid gold platters Rising cost and cocktail chatter Fat deejays, stereophonic sound The game of hits goes 'round and around But you can fake your way to the top

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