Second Line Girl

Second line girl, you rule my world
Light my fire, I just want you to be my girl
Lightin' up the scene, an old town called, New Orleans
I think we ought to do like we want to gather, and conquer our dreams

Sunday mornin', gettin' fresh, 'bout to head out the door
Gotta call my dude J'wan, gotta go to the store
You know just where to spot it 'cause the barbeque smoke
Blue skies and sunshine, it be poppin', you know
Then, the Second Line start goin' up the street, non-stop for four hours, rockin' to that beat
And then, I spotted you, and you were lookin' at me
My soul left my body, couldn't move my feet

Second Line girl, you rule my world
Light my fire, I just want you to be my girl
Lightin' up the scene, an old town called, New Orleans
I think we ought to do like we want to gather and conquer our dreams, ooh

Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans
Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans
Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans
Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans

I say it's sunday in the city, the second line poppin'
The women, they lookin' pretty, and the brass band knockin'
I been all over the globe, I ain't seen nothin' like her
Second line girl, ooh Lord, somethin' about her
The way she twist her hips, the way she move her feet
The way she walk her walk, oh girl, come with me
Uptown or the C.T.C
It ain't nothin' like the Crescent City Creole queens

I say Second Line girl, you rule my world
Light my fire, I just want you to be my girl
Lightin' up the scene, an old town called, New Orleans
I think we ought to do like we want to gather and conquer our dreams

Conquer our dream
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa

I don't know what you've been told, but we love when you get on the floor (get on the floor)
We got the tambourine ringin', Cha Wa singin'
Keep movin' 'til you lose control (come on, come on)
I don't know what you've been told, but we love when you get on the floor
We got the tambourine ringin', Cha Wa singin'
Keep movin' 'til you lose control
Lose control

Yeah, whoa (ha-ha-ha)
Keep up, keep up from now on
Come on now, go, go, whoa

Second line girl, you rule my world (you rule my world)
Light my fire, I just want you to be my girl (I want you to be my girl)
Lightin' up the scene (lightin' up the scene), an old town called, New Orleans (an old own called, New Orleans)
I think we ought to do like we want to gather and conquer our dreams

Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans
Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans
Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans
Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans
Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans
Ain't no place I'd rather be, down on a Sunday, in New Orleans