We're going to dance, we're going to dance, we're going to dance, and have some fun, fun, fun, fun. Dig! The chills that you spill on my back keep me filled with satisfaction when we're done. Satisfaction of what's to come. I couldn't ask for another. No, I couldn't ask for another. Your groove, I do deeply dig. No walls, only the bridge. My summer dish, my fric-a-tish wish. Sing it, baby. I couldn't ask for another. No, I couldn't ask for another. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. The depth of hula groove moves us to a dance hoop. We're going through two whole years of hoop. I couldn't ask for another. No, I couldn't ask for another. DJ Saltz was on a roll. I've been told he can't be sold. He's not vicious or malicious. Just lovely and delicious. I couldn't ask for another. Something looks in this torso. Heart got a deal you won't un-own. Delightful, truly delightful. Making it, doing it, especially at a show. I'm kind of high like a Hendrix haze. Music makes motion moves like a maze. All inside of me, heart especially. No other rhythm where I want to be. Flowing, flowing with electric eyes. As you dip to the dive, baby, you'll realize. Baby, you'll see the funk inside of me. Baby, you'll see that rhythm is the key. Hit, get witty, witty, can't think witty, witty. Stomp on a scoop when I hear a funk groove. Blue playing pipe pipe. Follow her to the shoot. Baby, just sing about the groove. Sing it. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. Blowing up all the warmth. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart. Groove is in the heart.