Back to square one
Second nature to move on
Know a thing and two 'bout a four-letter word
And l-o-v-e wrong
Take five, baby, go on
Six days of the week are gone
I'm a sick son of a bitch baby
We move in eights till dawn
We move to the left
To the right
To the front, back, up, down
All night
We move quicker
On sight
To the front, back, up, down
All night
There ain't no sun in my eyesight
There ain't no fun in the limelight
Like pullin' a gun in a knife fight
She better like the whip, not a white knight
Yeah she smilin' at me with a slight bite
I'm lettin' her know I'm the zeitgeist
The way she move hits the light right
Movin all night yeah she might
Move to the left
To the right
To the front, back, up, down
All night
We move quicker
On sight
To the front, back, up, down
All night
Move to the le
Move to the le
Move to the
Move to the le
Back to square one
Back to square one
Back to square one
Back to square one
Back to square one
Second nature to move on
Know a thing and two 'bout a four-letter word
And l-o-v-e wrong
Take five, baby, go on
Six days of the week are gone
I'm a sick son of a bitch baby
We move in eights till dawn