It's eleven, finally 

She's been working like a maniac since three 

Takes bus seven, going west 

She pass the drycleaning, picks up her favourite dress 



Oh-woo-ho 

She's gonna rock it tonight 

Get ready 

Nothing can stop it tonight 



Mocha brunette, slim and tall 

But during daytime noone sees her at all 

On friday nights, you can be sure 

The moment everybody's looking at her 



Oh-woo-ho 

She's gonna rock it tonight 

Get ready 

Nothing can stop it tonight 



They look at her like if she's crazy 

But the way she moves it just amaze me 



She knows excactly where to run 

Can take it further every time she's having fun 

Like a tornado, hurricane 

She's such a good time 

Can i see her again? 



Oh-woo-ho 

She's gonna rock it tonight 

Get ready 

Nothing can stop it tonight