| Lyrics: | Tried to make it little by little,
tried to make it bit by bit on my own.
Quit the job,
the grey believers,
another town where I get close to the bone.
Whatcha gonna tell
your brother? - Oh oh oh
Whatcha gonna tell your father? - I don’t know!
Whatcha
gonna tell your mother - Let me go...
I’m gonna get dressed for
succes,
shaping me up for the big time, baby.
Get dressed for success
shaping it up
for your love yea yea yea
I’m not afraid, a trembling flower,
I’ll
feed your heart and blow the dust from your eyes
and in the dark things happen faster,
I
love the way you sway your hips next to mine.
Watcha gonna tell tell your brother? - oh
oh oh
Whatche gonna tell your father? - I don’t know!
Watcha gonna tell your mother
- Let me go...
I’m gonna get dressed for success,
hitting a spot for the big
time, baby.
Get dressed for success,
shaping it up for your love.
Look sharp |
