**PUT THAT GROOVE ON ME** [INTRO — funky bass, twangy guitar; smoky female vocal] Well, look what just walked in… Baby, come here. [VERSE 1] Hey there, trouble, leaning on the bar, Looking like you know how good you are. I had a whole lot planned to say, Then you smiled and it slipped away. Got my boot heel tapping on the floor, Now I don’t wanna sit here anymore. Set that drink down, take my hand— Let’s see if you dance like you think you can. [PRE-CHORUS] There’s a little room beneath those lights, And I’ve got nowhere to be tonight. The drummer’s laying down something sweet— Come put a little trouble in my feet. [CHORUS] Put that groove on me, baby, Let your shoulders do the talking. Pull me into that pocket, Keep these boots of mine rocking. A little slow, a little low, Give that bass somewhere to go. You got me smiling where everybody sees— Come on, baby, put that groove on me. [VERSE 2] You turn me out, then reel me in, I catch that crooked little grin. My hair falls loose, you miss a beat, I laugh and step back on your feet. Ain’t gotta make a big production, I like your hands-on introduction. Just keep your fingers laced with mine— We’ll give that band a little overtime. [PRE-CHORUS] Let the folks at the tables stare, I’m having too much fun to care. You lean in close, I hear you say, “Girl, we could do this every day.” [CHORUS] Put that groove on me, baby, Let your shoulders do the talking. Pull me into that pocket, Keep these boots of mine rocking. A little slow, a little low, Give that bass somewhere to go. You got me smiling where everybody sees— Come on, baby, put that groove on me. [BRIDGE — drums drop out; bass and handclaps] Picture us barefoot, quarter past two, Kitchen radio, me and you. You spin me past an open drawer, I pull you back for a little more. If that’s the way our nights could end, I’d fall for you all over again. [FINAL CHORUS — full band, playful harmonies] Put that groove on me, baby, Let your shoulders do the talking. Pull me into that pocket, Keep these boots of mine rocking. A little slow, a little low, Give that bass somewhere to go. Save the last dance, keep it just for me— Come on, baby, put that groove on me. [OUTRO — tight bass-and-guitar finish] One more turn… That’s it, honey. You’re getting pretty good at loving me.
