Slow downnThere s just one truth here that countsnFlat outnYou're in to me, yeah, you're boundnnBeen giving it up, babenGivin it up for younBustin' a movenWhere angels fear to treadnFear to treadnnOur town'snToo small to hide in the crowdnProfoundnHow deep the debt can compoundnnBeen giving it up, babenGiving it up for younBustin' a movenWhere angels fear to treadnFear to treadnnI give you morenWith my left handnThan your army of Homer SimpsonsnnThe time we spendnHorizontal's so blandnIt makes me wish I was back in prisonnnBustin' a movenBustin' a movenBustin' a move on younBustin' a movenBustin' a movenJust watch me turn the screwnBustin' a movenBustin' a movenBustin' a move on younBustin' a movenBustin' a movenI think I'll toy with you