The Angels - Rhythm Rude Girl

Show me that rhythm
Show me body talk
Got no inhibitions
No reserve at all
She's electric
She just seems to feel it
She got soul affection in the way she walk

Turn into liquid
With her legs on fire
Gold and feathers
Hanging by a thread

Fuel for fantasy
Smoother than an angel
Sweat fed dancer, born and bred

She's so out of reach
Baby I can learn what you can teach
She's a rhythm rude girl

Move it up baby
In your silver shoes
You're in the spotlight
You got all the moves

Fuel for fantasy
Lips dig into danger
Sweat fed dancer, born and bred

She's so out of reach
Baby I can learn what you can teach
She's a rhythm rude girl

Written by:
RICK BREWSTER, ROBERT SPENCER

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group

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