Sawyer Brown - Shakin' Lyrics
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Shakin'
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What Are The Lyrics For Shakin' By Sawyer Brown?
She has got the swing, alike in my backyard
She has got the move but she don't go too far Shock and shiver, quake and quiver She'll deliver when you're with her, yeah, uh huh Spinning like a top, rolling with a rock Start her up and she don't stop She's shakin', she's shakin' She's shakin', shakin in her shoes And breakin', breakin' hearts to it Makin' all the news tonight And she's wakin', wakin' out the town And I'm achin', achin' up and down 'Cause she's shakin' With her shoes tonight When she's on the street Heads are turnin' 'round The girls don't ever speak But the boys all gather 'round When she's hoppin' She keeps poppin' Can't quit rockin' Ain't no stoppin' now, uh huh Up and down the block, keepin' hearts a pop Makes us crazy round the clock She's shakin', she's shakin' She's shakin' shakin' in her shoes And breakin', breakin' hearts to it And makin' out the news tonight She's wakin', wakin' out the town And I'm achin', achin' up and down 'Cause she's shakin', shakin' With her shoes tonight Oh, up and down the block Keepin' hearts a pop Makes us crazy round the clock She's shakin', she's shakin' She's shakin', shakin' in her shoes And breakin', breakin' hearts to it And makin' all the news tonight She's wakin', wakin' up the town And I'm achin', achin' up and down 'Cause she's shakin', shakin' In her shoes tonight Ooh she's shakin', oh she's shakin' Ooh she's shakin', shakin' in her shoes Ooh she's shakin', ooh she's shakin' |
Who Wrote Shakin' By Sawyer Brown?
Mark Miller, Randy Scruggs
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