Don't Fight It

(albüm: Last Of The Red Hot Burritos - 1972)

There you sit
All by yourself
Everybody's dancing
They can't help themselves
The beat is much to strong
I can't hold on much long
So get on up
Baby, you've got to feel it, feel it

You better get on up
And get the groove
You know what, baby?
I like the way you move
When you do the thing
Like you ought to be, all right
So don't fight it
Baby, you've got to feel it, feel it

They way you jerk
The way you do the twine
Too much, baby
I'd like to make you mine
And on that day
I'm gonna take you home
So get on up
Baby, you've got to feel it, feel it
Don't fight
Baby, you've got to feel it, feel it