It's eleven, finally
She's been working like a maniac since three
Takes bus seven, going west

She pass the drycleaning, picks up her favourite dress

Oh-woo-ho

She's gonna rock it tonight
Get ready
Nothing can stop it tonight


Mocha brunette, slim and tall
But during daytime noone sees her at all

On friday nights, you can be sure
When she moves everybody's looking at her


Oh-woo-ho
She's gonna rock it tonight
Get ready

Nothing can stop it tonight

They look at her like if she's crazy

But the way she moves it just amaze me

She knows excactly, where to run

Can take it further every time she's having fun
Like a tornado, hurricane
She's such a good time can i see her again


Oh-woo-ho
She's gonna rock it tonight

Get ready
Nothing can stop it tonight