Let The Rhythm

I'm just gonna let the rhythm come on in
I'm not gonna question its origin
I'm just gonna let the rhythm wipe my sin awe yeah

And I'm gonna think about it every night
Music is my baby and I hold her tight
And I'm gonna sing with her till I feel right awe yeah

Oh she's my baby
Oh she's my bread
Oh makes me crazy
Oh keeps me fed

I could say I need her but she don't need me
I can taste the freedom and it's damn near free
Push me through my pain and shrink my agony awe yeah

And I'm gonna think about her every night
Music is my baby and I hold her tight
And I'm gonna sing with her till I feel right awe yeah

Oh she's my baby
Oh she's my bread
Oh makes me crazy
Oh keeps me fed
Oh she's my baby
Oh she's my bread
Oh makes me crazy
Oh keeps me fed

I'm just gonna let the rhythm come on in
I'm not gonna question its origin
I'm just gonna let the rhythm wipe my sin awe yeah