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The Gap Band - Floorfillers 80s Club Classics - Burn Rubber on Me (Why You Wanna Hurt Me)
Floorfillers 80s Club Classics
Disc 1
01. Relax
02. Upside Down
03. Get Down on It
04. Dancing on the Ceiling
05. Super Freak
06. Somebody Else's Guy
07. Oops Upside Your Head
08. A Night to Remember
09. Word Up!
10. It’s a Love Thing
11. Never Too Much
12. Flashdance... What a Feeling
13. Funkytown
14. Just an Illusion
15. Midas Touch
16. Let the Music Play
17. I Feel Love
Disc 2
01. White Lines (Don't Do It)
02. My Prerogative
03. I Can Make You Feel Good
04. Last Night a DJ Saved My Life
05. Let's Go Around Again
06. The Medicine Song
07. What I Got Is What You Need
08. I Need Your Lovin'
09. Come Into My Life
10. Check Out the Groove
11. Maniac
12. Love Town
13. Can You Handle It?
14. Give It to Me Baby
15. Let's Get Serious
16. Love Can’t Turn Around
17. You’re the One for Me
Disc 3
01. Shake Your Body (Down to the Ground)
02. Let's Groove
03. Is It Love You're After
04. Sho' You Right
05. Ai No Corrida
06. Celebration
07. Silver Shadow
08. Trapped
09. Single Life
10. History
11. I'll Be Good
12. Burn Rubber on Me (Why You Wanna Hurt Me)
13. Stomp!
14. The Message
15. She Works Hard for the Money
16. I'm Coming Out
17. All Night Long
Woo, I gave you my money, I gave you my time
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Are you serious? I'm just curious
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

Never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burn rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no

You took my money, you took my time
Made me think everything was fine
Then you upped and ran away
And made me just go crazy

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burn rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no, no, no

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burn rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no, no, no

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

You told me to go up the block
Get you a strawberry pop
When I got back to the flat
You had burned rubber out the back

I went to the closet and saw no clothes
All I saw was hangers and poles
I went to the phone and called your mother
And told me you had burned rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burned rubber on me, Charlie
Oh, no, no, no, no, oh, no, yeah

Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt, me girl?
Just because you're not for real
Why you wanna hurt me, girl?

You took my money, you took my time
Made me think everything was fine
Like the clock on the wall, said, "Ding-ding-dong"
Got to find another lover that won't be gone

She won't put the pedal to the metal
And burn rubber, burn rubber on me, Charlie
No, no, no, no

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burned rubber on me, Charlie
No, no, no, no, no, no

I never, ever had a lover
Who put the pedal to the metal
And burned rubber on me, Charlie
No, no, no, no, no, no