Move – Ilana Charnelle

From the album A Class Act (2016)

Warning: explicit language

Mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm mm
Mm mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm
Mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm mm
Mm mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm

You might think that you’re hot property
Well honey, I’ve gotta tell you, I’m fucking royalty
And you might think you’ve got your finger on my trigger
But boy you just let me down
Ain’t gonna sit here and linger, I’m so much bigger
And I don’t need you around
Here’s what I’m saying

If you ain’t playing then get off of my pitch
I’m on a steamroller, baby, down a freeway and it’s
Got no time for you, if you ain’t singing my tune just move
Get off the pitch, boy, move

Hey, yeah, oh yeah

And I – ha! – don’t want your excuses, no no no
If time’s taught me anything, it’s that words are useless, yeah, ooh
And now I’m riding solo, out on my own, took the high road
And never looking back, no never looking back
And you keep saying ‘Go slow’, keep it down low, three weeks no call

That’s a bit long
It’s just rude, is what I’m saying. Three weeks.
I’m pretty sure that’s longer than my piano solo.
Just! Just.

Honey I’m through with that
I’m through with that

If you ain’t playing then get off of my pitch
I’m on a steamroller, baby, down a freeway and it’s
Got no time for you, if you ain’t singing my tune just move
Get off the pitch, boy, move

Hey yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Now listen, I’m through with the foreplay
The ball’s in your court, come on send it my way
But if you stand stumbling, all thumbs fumbling
Well honey, I’m gonna move
This ain’t rocket science
Step up to the plate or I’ll leave you behind
Cause I’ve done my time suffering lonely nights wondering
Now watch out, I’m coming through
Just move

If you ain’t playing then get off of my pitch, yeah, yeah
Roller, baby, down a freeway and it’s
Got no time for you, yeah, yeah
My tune just move, just move, just
Get off the pitch boy, move, yeah
If you ain’t playing then get off of my pitch
I’m on a steamroller, baby, down a freeway and it’s
Got no time for you, if you ain’t singing my tune just move
Get off the pitch, boy, move

Published by ilanacharnelle

Your postcard from the past; a vintage inspired crooner straight from the heydays of traditional pop.

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