Where, where have you been, a____ll my life
Where, have you been, I’ve been troubling my mind
With those sticky fingers, reaching for the gun
You got all the kings and queens in those hands of yours
With same lame excuses, afraid to take the shot
Load them bullets aim that gun pull the trigger hope tomorrow never comes

And you got all all, the right moves
All, all the right moves
And you got all all, the right moves
All, all the right moves