THE MOVE, Lyrics:
Don't mess me up.

Climb aboard with me baby
we gotta give this thing a start
go rocking into the feature film
and well rip the seats apart

But if you gotta treat me wrong
don't mess me up

Well stop in the side sweet baby
and give your heart a check
well don't mess me cause you might get
my finger burns around your neck

So if you gotta treat me wrong
don't mess me up

The pink champagne I brought you baby
you emptied every drop
don't you try to chain me up
but I have make you stop

I'm giving in to you baby
and take you to the party hop
your sure to cause a scene
in your red blue jeans
and we dance till five oclock

But if you gotta treat me wrong
dont mess me up

Don't mess me up like that

The cold champagne I brought you baby
you emptied every drop
dont you try to chain me up
but I have to make you stop

Climb aboard with me baby
we gotta give this thing a start
go rocking into the feature film
then well rip the seats apart

But if you gotta treat me wrong
don't mess me up

But if you gotta treat me wrong
don't mess me up

Well if you gotta treat me wrong
don't mess me up

Don't mess me up no more

 

Bev Bevan

(Thanks to Stephen T. Blower for these lyrics.)

From the 1971 LP - Message From the Country.