Won't somebody come and move with this
Sway your hips and move your arms like this
Won't somebady come and move with this
every body grab a body come and grove with this
I go back, back in time, in my mind
to my earlies memory
when I'd be sing, singin' songs, all day long,
long before I could even speak
with a high pitched voice, a noise that was
glass shattering
With a look of fear, people would cup their ears
I'd send 'em scatering
But I didn't care cuz my songs were my prayers
they helped to get me through
All of my days with a melody or phrase
It would keep me from fellin' blue
Chorus
Music is my life
like blood racing through my veins
it makes it's way to my heart
and that's where it stays
Move ahead a few years, now I'm a teenager
and trying to find my way
In my church in the choir, I was asked to retire
and maybe just to pray
Then one day I was singing away
and I was told to sing
a big record man, with a major plan
and a dotted line