Big box full of cigarettes
Black books full of the rock stars
That she's sweet on, she's sweet on
But she comes for the music
And she's not afraid to use it
It's her motto, it's her motto
Move to the music, come on
She's got a cell phone, ring tone
Callin' all the kids from California
Different room, same place
Dancing with her drink on
She's dancing with her drink on
Move to the music, come on
She says, don't you love them?
If you got your ticket, well
Move to the music, come on