Don’t Fight It
Steve Cropper, Wilson Pickett
There you sit all by yourself
Everybody's dancing
They can't help themselves
The groove is much too strong
You can't hold out long
So get up, don't fight it
You've got to
You'd better get on up
And get that groove
You know what, baby?
I like the way you move
You do the thing
Like you ought to be
So don't fight it, no, baby, you've gotta
Get up, baby
The way you jerk
The way you do the twine
You know what, baby
I'd like to make you mine
After the dance
I'm gonna take you home
So don't fight it, no baby, you've got to
Don't fight it, no baby, you've got to feel it
No don't fight it, no baby