Lyrics:
a nobody songwriter With nothing to say May as well jazzercise the nerves away Instead of walking down life's lonely highway Paraphrasing myself or that
paralyzed when you’re Saying that thing about jazzercise, won’t you Take it easy on me, take it easy on me Take it easy on my little cloth heart, won’t you
savage eyes We're the crooks, we'll run the jux and kidnap mom from jazzercise Get Stockholm syndrome when she get home, mom's like, "I like those
a bag of rhymes Put 2 + 2 then I'm adding mine My notes, my beats, my practice time You ain't got no pull 'cept jazzercise Yeah yeah, I'm killing it,
real I wrote it while I had the night vibes Coltrane in the brain for the jazzercise Full moon, it really gives off a brandy glow I plead the fif, so
jazzercise Never talk to cops, I'ma a pantomime Ooh, whoa Bitch, I can't talk on the phone And if you ain't you talking 'bout getting this money Then we ain't
to get up and move It's time to Jazzercise! VHS girl VHS girl What are you like What do you do for fun There's other girls out there But something's
here to jazzercise Booty big Booty bounce Booty bodacious Booty on 100 But look 20 Booty ageless Tell me your secret You can spill the beans
in my little black dress With this Zumba ass, and the A-cup chest Run your mouth like jazzercise Put down that bottle, like, holy Christ Wanted
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