 Fueled For Houston
Fueled For Houston
I missed all my calls this morning
The coffee may still be burning
I'm in a yellow taxi racing down to LAX
boy you'll be next? I can't wait.
(I'm moving around, moving around)
I'm ready baby, ready baby, yeah
I'm moving around and I want to get down
I'm on my way
The jet is fueled for Houston
I'm coming for you, for you, for you
I didn't bring my enemies or my worries
I'm on my way to you
The pilot says we're climbing
I can feel the engines burning
And it won't be long 'til I get down to Texas yes
The Wild Wild West
I'm on my way.
(Movin'around) I'm ready baby, ready baby, yeah
I'm moving around and I want to get down, I moving around
I'm on my way
Movin' at a real fast pace, don't wanna slow down
Movin' at a real fast pace, don't wanna slow down
Movin' at a real fast pace, don't wanna slow down, 'til I see your face.
(Movin' around) I'm ready baby, ready baby yeah
I'm moving around and I want to get down
I'm on my way
Aaahh
"I don't have any bags, just get me off this plane!"
Wilson Phillips |