Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tried to make it little by little
Tried to make it bit by bit on my own

Quit the job, the grey believers
Another town where I get close to the bone

Whatcha gonna tell your brother?
Oh, oh, oh
Whatcha gonna tell your father?
I don't know
Whatcha gonna tell your mother?
Let me go

I'm gonna get dressed for success
Shaping me up for the big time, baby
Get dressed for success
Shaping it up for your love
For your love
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm not afraid
A trembling flower
I'll feed your heart
And blow the dust from your eyes, oh
And in the dark, things happen faster
I love the way you sway your hips next to mine, oh

Whatcha gonna tell your brother?
Oh, oh, oh
Whatcha gonna tell your father?
Ooh, I don't know
Whatcha gonna tell your mother?
Let me go

I'm gonna get dressed for success
Shaping me up for the big time, baby
Get dressed for success
Shaping it up for your love, yeah
Look sharp

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa

Whatcha gonna tell your brother?
Oh, oh, oh
Whatcha gonna tell your father?
I don't know
Whatcha gonna tell your mother?
Let me go

Dressed for success
I'm gonna get dressed for success

I'm gonna get dressed for success
Hitting the spot for the big time, baby
Get dressed for success
Shaping it up for your love
For your love
Yeah, yeah, yeah

For your love
Yeah, yeah, yeah

For your love
Yeah, yeah, yeah

For your love
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Per Hakan Gessle