Elenco de Soy Luna - Footloose lyrics
[Elenco de Soy Luna - Footloose lyrics]
I've been working so hard
I'm punching my card eight hours for what
Oh tell me what I got
I've got this feeling
That times are just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You're burning yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut loose
Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Oo-wee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo, come on, come on let's go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
(Cut foot-loose, Cut foot-loose)
(Cut foot-loose)
You've got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take the hold of all (all-all-all-all)
I'm turning it to loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody
Everybody cut, everybody cut footloose
I'm punching my card eight hours for what
Oh tell me what I got
I've got this feeling
That times are just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You're burning yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut loose
Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Oo-wee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo, come on, come on let's go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
(Cut foot-loose, Cut foot-loose)
(Cut foot-loose)
You've got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take the hold of all (all-all-all-all)
I'm turning it to loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody
Everybody cut, everybody cut footloose