Lyrics Robert Palmer – Hyperactive
Text:
She’s got a date for lunch in Singapore,
Holds stock in I.B.M. and hates Dior.
She puts up her make-up on at 6.00am
She goes to work, gets home then puts it on again
And its a mystery how wild that girl can be;
She’s got so much energy;
She’s such an expert at surprising me.
She’s hyperactive when she starts to dance.
And she’s so attracted to a wild romance,
And more effective than a stimulant —
She’s hyperactive.
She’s hyperactive when she starts to dance.
she never missed a beat or missed a chance,
And I’m persuaded by her argument.
She’s hyperactive.
The other dancers hyperventilate and start to sweat.
One look at her — I know the nights not over yet.
She says Where are we going now?
Her voice is sweet and soft.
I think she lost the key that turns her motor off.
And its a mystery how wild that girl can be;
She’s got so much energy;
She’s such an expert at surprising me.
She’s hyperactive when she starts to dance.
She never missed a beat or missed a chance,
And I’m persuaded by her argument.
She’s hyperactive.
She’s hyperactive when she starts to dance.
And she’s so attracted to a wild romance,
And more effective than a stimulant —
And its a mystery how wild that girl can be;
She’s got do much energy;
She’s such an expert at surprising me.
She’s hyperactive when she starts to dance.
And she’s so attracted to a wild romance,
And more effective than a stimulant —
She’s hyperactive.
She’s hyperactive when she starts to dance.
she never missed a beat or missed a chance,
And I’m persuaded by her argument.
She’s hyperactive.
She’s hyperactive when she starts to dance.
She never missed a beat or missed a chance,
And more effective than a stimulant —
She’s hyperactive.
She’s hyperactive when she starts to dance.
She never missed a beat or missed a chance,
And more effective than a stimulant —
She’s hyperactive.
