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Had to leave in a hurry, couldn't wait to get awayIt's not a case of being sorry, it's the price I have to payConfidentially I think it's sad, but there's nothing I can doIf the road leads to the highway, well I'm hot and I've got to moveAh-ha I've got to moveGot to change my arrangements, had the word I'm on my wayCouldn't stand it much longer, got the move, I'm on my wayI didn't mean to let you down but there's nothing I can doIf the road leads to the highway, well I'm hot and I've got to moveI'm hot and I've got to moveTalk of strain in relations, of the days of being confusedYou told me never to worry, I'll never ask you to chooseCategorically I have to say it's as much as I can doTo sit around here waiting, when I'm hot and I've got to moveOh, sometimes it's lonely - but it's the only way I knowAnd the road is leading me onOoh baby, I've got to move, yesOh, now baby baby, I've got to leaveAnd when I think back I smile and know that win or loseIt's the road that's calling me onOoh, baby baby I've got to move, yesOoh, baby baby I've got to move, yeahThere's a man in a suitcase, standing in a darkened roomMessage light is burning, and the blinds are always drawnIt's been a while since the last time, never should come back too soonBehind, the door is slamming, when he's hot he's got to moveWhen he's hot he's got to move