Get out the Way

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Little foots, big foots, get out the way. Oh, Nah. We ain't got no time to lose. Start the dates, go grab your shoes. Little foot, big foot, get out the way. Here they come, bare feet, dancing to the beat. Jane in the meadow dancing carefree. Spinning round, Rainbows in her eyes. She's got roses as a scent. All too alone, but still a ten. Time to pack it up and hit the road. Let the motors run And let it roll. 'Cause everything you do, From the "I love you's" to the "how are You's," I'm feeling brand new. Got my whole world thinking 'bout everything you Do. Little foot, big foot on my account. Oh, Now, what is the number in your phone? Jane McDompson thinks so. Mm, oh. And oh, How sweet you call me with your sunlight kisses, Shooting stars. Wildin' Like, Ah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.