Burn Out The Night

Live it up, live it up tonight
Go wild, go crazy, and go insane
It’s all good, do what you
Want to do and BURN OUT
THE NIGHT…
Have ya some of this and
Have ya some of that, unleash
Unleash the beast you’ve
Been holding back and
BURN OUT THE NIGHT…
Live it up, live it up tonight
Get your mojo on, get
Get your juices flowing?
Get your bodies moving?
Get your body moving and
BURN baby BURN OUT
THE NIGHT…
You’ve worked yourself
To death all week long
Now it’s your time to shine
And set yourself free so
Go baby go and BURN OUT
THE NIGHT…
Live it up, live it up tonight
Go wild, go crazy, and go insane
It’s all good, do what you
Want to do and BURN OUT
THE NIGHT…
Who gives a damn about?
Tomorrow the moment is
Here and now and the night
Is just getting started and
You’re just getting started now
So…
BURN OUT THE NIGHT…
Live it up, live it up tonight
Get your mojo on, get
Get your juices flowing?
Get your bodies moving?
Get your body moving and
BURN baby BURN OUT
THE NIGHT…
Have some fun, get you some
And BURN OUT THE NIGHT
BURN OUT THE NIGHT!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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