i was a little bit short
coulda used a few pounds
tight lipped landlady had frowned
she was real big and brutish and gave black eyes
broke joints, legs and bones...she could kill a guy
really kill a guy

snuck past her force field, when her snores got heavy
out to the front seat of my '60 chevy
bad credit history can give ya the blues
good at makin' night moves
tryin' to sneak out, i took off my shoes
good at makin' night moves
when its monthly time
each four weeks...monthly time

i left my stuff, ya know...most of it
i was certain there was room left to stuff it
i was real young...this flat i had scored
needin' room and board
now, i steal away....from this neighborhood
out the back door...to the alley...i was runnin' good
i used her...she rued me...but i was prepared
she wasn't aware

good at makin' night moves
tryin' to lose that burden, if i choose
good at makin' night moves
when it was monthly time

her thumb, i'm under
i found her frightenin'
and thought it time to wander
thought it time to wander

i escaped last night to avoid her thunder
i took off..to fix my blunder
started rollin' along about the stroke of two
not too early for a night move
cause if you are seen, you have a lot to lose
i'm good at makin' night moves
she should have locked me in