Feel It

Sam Cooke · Live At Harlem Square Club, 1963 [1963]

Feel it, feel it

Feel it, feel it



Baby, when the band is playing

And that solid beat

Oh, make you wanna move

Make you wanna groove

Make you wanna pat your feet



Don't fight it, don't fight it

Feel it, no, oh



Baby, when you're dancing near me

With your check close to mine

And you begin to feel a funny little thrill

Moving up your spine



Don't fight it, don't fight it

Feel it, no, oh



Baby, when the swinging music

Make you wanna flip

Don't be in pain trying to restrain

Go ahead and move your hips



Oh, baby, when you're dancing near me

And I feel I wanna tease, oh

And when I do, the feeling gets you

And you feel you wanna squeeze



Don't fight it, don't fight it

Just feel it, feel it, feel it

Feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it



Baby, when the swinging music

Make you wanna flip

Don't be in pain trying to restrain

Go ahead, shake them hips



Oh, baby, when you're dancing near me

And I feel I wanna tease, oh

And when I do, the feeling gets you

And you feel you wanna squeeze



Don't fight it, don't fight it

Just (feel it) yeah (feel it) yeah

(Feel it) yeah (feel it) yeah

(Feel it) yeah (feel it) yeah...