Table Dance - Lyrics - Shake A Lil' Somethin' - 2 Live Crew

Title: Table Dance
Album: Shake A Lil' Somethin'
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): David Hobbs, Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won

Lyric:
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

I don't give my riches to the bitches
Shake-dancin' ain't nothin' but trickin'
Ten dollars too much to give 'em
I done had my two-drink minimum

I watch from a distance so I can see
Now Charles kickin' me out the V.I.P.
Bitches callin' me cheap
While they trick as they dancin' in minks

Hoe, you must be crazy
I know, it's your job but I ain't trickin' Miss Daisy
I want a quick feel, a cheap thrill
But I ain't payin' no pussy bills

If you got mouths to feed
Bitch, you better recognize a dick in need
'Cause I'm a 3-piece nigga, bitch, I don't play
I want the pussy, a place to stay but I don't pay

Uhh, uhh, now throw that pussy

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

Booty clubs where niggas go
Spendin' flow for stripper hoes
And table-tops cost five dollars
If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother

Bitch, come clean from beginnin'
Drop them strings and skin to win
She gotta show pink to get paid
And I don't want a hoe who's always afraid

I'll flip that hoe like a script
'Cause for all that flow, niggas might trip
'Cause pussy's a man's best friend
And she gotta keep shakin' till the record ends

'Cause I like them stripper hoes
The one's from Rolex and Coco's
So come on, make ya pussy pop
And I keep on gettin' them table-tops

C'mon, girl, now, show me a shot now, aight
Uhh, uhh, now throw that pussy

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

Serve me out your best dick-sucker
Much money as I'ma spend in this motherfucker
You holler, ?No cash, no ass!?
(Well then bitch, I pass)

'Cause I ain't givin' up no cash
(Hell naw!)
Not to see yo' funky ass
You wanna dance, don't sweat it
If I fuck for free then you can dance on credit

Trick-ass niggas just spoil 'em
Payin' 'em more than the club that employs 'em
Checkin' that booty movin'
To me it's just a form of prostitution

Niggas be wreckin' theyself
Thinkin' they got that bitch to theyself?
Well, I sit back and laugh
But tell bitches with babies they need to work for food stamps
You can pop that pussy tax-free but you won't get shit from me

Uhh, uhh, now throw that pussy

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

I'm lookin' for a crib for the weekend
I ain't got no ends but I wanna see the skins
I want mine for the low price
I heard bitches dance free on amateur night

Shakin' what they mama fuck fo'
When your mama was a hoe, did she get dough?
Don't ask me for a dance, I don't need one
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

I'm freakin' on like the next man
When you take this cash, I'm lookin' up yo' ass
(Pussy pay the bills, dick pay the rent)
All I got is a thanks and a compliment

Usin' it like a weapon
Bitches gettin' paid for sex and affection
Fuck you and your conversation
I ain't makin' no fuckin' donations

Uhh, uhh, now throw that pussy

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(All you hoes get on down)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hop wid it)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hey, take it to the ground)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hop wid it)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get on down)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

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Table Dance - Lyrics - Bobby Valentino

Title: Table Dance
Artist: Bobby Valentino
Composer(s): Gregory Colbert, Darion T Crawford, Todd Daniel Moore, Courtney Stewart, Jamal Tandy, Arbie Leedester Wilson, Bobby Marcel Wilson

Lyric:
Ooh, I just wanna table dance

You'se a booty shakin' pro, keep my pants and [unverified] low
Got me orderin' up more singles than on the datin' show
You my favorite, I'm yo' regular customer
I love it when yo' top disappear like a convertible

You jerk it and twurk it, so you can keep yo purse thick
Neva for the girls get to work, an early bird chick
Got teachers, preachers, lawyers and retire men
That love to see you slide down that pole like a fireman

What I gotta do, what I gotta do
I just wanna table dance
Shakin' that thang, shakin' that thang
Off in this place

What I gotta do, what I gotta do
I just wanna table dance
Startin' this thang, shakin' that thang
Shakin' that thang

Monday night in the club and I'm feelin' good
Got a pocket full of money like a playa should
Walk in the club and it's lookin like a video

I see you shakin and poppin girl, drop it low
I see you watchin' me, watchin' you got me twisted
Bring me the Henny and the coke and then you mix it
Girl, come over here, I got something to tell you, yeah yeah

You're my favorite girl
(I come to the booty club just to see you)
You're my favorite girl
('Cause can't nobody whip the thang like you do)

What I gotta do, what I gotta do
I just wanna table dance
Shakin' that thang, shakin' that thang
Off in this place

What I gotta do, what I gotta do
I just wanna table dance
Startin' this thang, shakin' that thang
Shakin' that thang

Spend a 50, spend a 100, dawg, spend a stack
Tell the DJ play my record then bring it back
8 inch stiletto, Queen Mcghetto

Touch from yo' neck to ankle
Don't nobody move like you
Spend all my dough, on leave wit you
And when the party's over, I gotta take you home

You're my favorite girl
(I come to the booty club just to see you)
You're my favorite girl
('Cause can't nobody whip the thang like you do)

If you ain't tippin', then you trippin'
It's a two dance minimum
Last chance for romance ladies and gentlemen
I stay in the strip club, that's what a playa cause
Ten thou worth of ones, I'm 'bout to throw on Suga

She poppin' and dropping live right in front of me
Laid back on her back, legs spread so I can see
Part time dancer, part time mother
Part time student, she a full time hustla
And that's why I love her

What I gotta do, what I gotta do
I just wanna table dance
Shakin' that thang, shakin' that thang
Off in this place

What I gotta do, what I gotta do
I just wanna table dance
Startin' this thang, shakin' that thang
Shakin' that thang

Magic City, man, the number 1 strip club in Atlanta, man
Get yo' mind right, Monday night live
Don't get it twisted, still lookin' for that bread
Mix tape get yo' mind right
DJ Nandi on the ones and twos

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Some Girls - Lyrics - J.C. Chasez

Title: Some Girls
Artist: J.C. Chasez
Composer(s): Joshua C Chasez, Alex Greggs, Bradley Daymond Ralph

Lyric:
The door is coming off the hinges
I'm 'bout to pass out, no doubt it's hot in here
Because the club is full of women
It's wall to wall and I got my crew with me

We grab a table spot to chill in
Hunt down a waitress, make an order, here we go
Throw back a drink and let it kick in
It takes a minute, who's ready to have some fun?

Get up and take a lap and mingle
Love being single on a night like this, yeah
So many beautiful young people
That game is lethal, you don't have to kill 'em though

Just look at everyone as equal
While you were dancin' she was watchin', feeling you
Her and her girlfriends by the speaker
All moving on each other, this is when the show begins

Baby girl, you keep lookin' at me, move your body, so sexy
Nice and slow, watch you roll, you know how I like it
Baby girl, 'cause you know you got me, move your body, so sexy
Nice and slow, watch you roll, you know how I like it

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Might have to peel me off the ceiling
I'm like a soda that's been shaken up, boom
I find the playfulness appealing
That cat and mouse chase, on your mark, get ready, go

Send you a drink, see what the deal is
Held up your glass and blew a kiss and took a sip
When you were finished, back to business
You and your girlfriends group up, this is how you draw them in

Baby girl, you keep lookin' at me, move your body, so sexy
Nice and slow, watch you roll, you know how I like it
Baby girl, 'cause you know you got me, move your body, so sexy
Nice and slow, watch you roll, you know how I like it

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Step right up and spin the wheel, all charged up on what you feel
Make an approach tryin' to keep it real, what's your name, girl?
Try your luck and spin the wheel, all charged up on what you feel
Make an approach tryin' to keep it real, I wanna take you home

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's roll
Some girls dance with women, knowin' that it gives them attention
I wanna get in with them, so pass me a drink and let's go

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Could I Ask You Not To Dance - Lyrics - Clay Walker

Title: Could I Ask You Not To Dance
Artist: Clay Walker
Composer(s): Ron Harbin, Aaron Barker, Anthony Smith

Lyric:
Now I really should have known that you'd show up sooner or later
Knowin' every Friday night they always have your favorite band
Though someone new is with you at our table
Would it be too much for me to ask, to ask you not to dance

Not tonight, not until, my heart's had some time to heal
Not right now, till I'm gone, I won't be here very long
And when I leave, you can stay and just dance the night away
But till then, do you think that there's a chance
I could ask you not to dance

And I saw you slip the leader of the band a piece of paper
I knew what song they'd play before he took it from your hand
I was wonderin' if you'd do me one last favor
And if the answer's no I'll understand, could I ask you not to dance

Not tonight, not until, my heart's had some time to heal
Not right now, till I'm gone, I won't be here all that long
And when I leave, you can stay and just dance the night away
But till then, do you think that there's a chance
I could ask you not to dance

Not tonight, not until, my heart's had some time to heal
Not right now, till I'm gone, I won't be here all that long
And when I leave, you can stay and just dance the night away
But till then, do you think that there's a chance
I could ask you not to dance

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Perfect Gentleman - Lyrics - Everything You Need - Slightly Stoopid

Title: Perfect Gentleman
Album: Everything You Need
Artist: Slightly Stoopid
Composer(s): Hope Harris, Wyclef Jean, Jerry Duplessis

Lyric:
(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man
Turn up my symphony
Drop a BEAT!)

Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
Bones in your body and you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand, know it's a sin, but before me you show
Me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock
Said, 'There's no sex in the champaigne room'
Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling
Down, type of tears that money couldn't buy

Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Excuse me, what is your name?

Uh, my name is Hope, yo
I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I could flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Table-top pleaser
Give me what I need a
Mastercard a Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on and on white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. said he's feelin me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds

Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

(Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls
Fronting like the budweiser commercial
Talking bout, 'IIIIIII, I don't be going to the strip joints'
You lying man! You'd be surprised who you see up in there man
I got one question for you liars, man)

Shot callers, Wasn't you a preacher?
You calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone
I met her on the subway, she gave me that VIP card
And told me if I ever have problems
Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah

Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Just 'cause she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Call up my mama said I'm in love with a stripper yo

(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
Got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)

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Twurkulator - Lyrics - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Twurkulator
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): C Young, Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, C. Dorsey, Gar Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

I'm givin' you 5 seconds to get your big booty ass on the floor
And do that brand new dance that Ying Yang came back with
Twurk somethin' come here! Twurk somethin' come here!

The dance is called the Twurkulator
So put your booty on duty and represent for da rent
'Cause Ying Yang is doin' this thing
And we ain't goin nowhere!

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Shorty down and get drunk or she'll drink a
If her momma knew she was crunk, she'll spank her
Shorty down to get bread
Fuck a nigga shakin' in the club that's what I said

Everything is a reason
We loose and have dues, it's all season
You gotta be down for the cause
When they comin' up out them draws
Don't be pullin' them off at the job

Shorty like hittin' the club 'cause she like to dance
Gettin' freaky on the floor doin' the 3 point stance
And she got a fat monkey down in her pants
She a hatta like biggy, gimmie one more chance

And she like gettin' freaky like a fuck bitch
The way she twurk, I betcha she could ride a good dick
If ya like what I'm sayin', you gotta be able
To get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Take a bitch form the club back to the crib
Take them clothes off, lemme see them pussy-lips
You know what time it is, so why you wastin' it?
You wanna fuck, I wanna fuck so why you fakin' it?

You like to ride a dick or do it doggy style
I'll show you new tricks and do it froggy style
I gotta a long deep pole for da deep pussy hole
If the pussy too tight, then the pussy gettin' swole

This is for da women who love to get kinky
D-Rock and Pain like the Brain and Pinky
Gunna take over the world like buyin' the mansions
For them girls who like to fuck with them big ol' asses

Back it up bend on ova then touch your toes
I got a friend got me in 'cuz she given to these hoes
Beat this ho make that pussy moan
While we in the bed ask me why I act this way and I said

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Now Terry, she's a Twurkulator
Small and petite like her name was Jeda
All in the mall is where I made her
She asked me where I thought a real G could take her

To the [Incomprehensible] a little bit a trail-bit
Real did I'm a woody wood pecker type of feely feel man
She said, "You carry on like a true playa"
I told her came to was a Twurkulator

Georgia got some Twurkulators
Down in Florida, they got some Twurkulators
Alabama, they got some Twurkulators
North, South Carolina got some Twurkulators

New York got some Twurkulators
Detroit got some Twurkulators
Milwaukee got some Twurkulators
And wherever I forgot is some Twurkulators

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

It's time, it's time

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In The Kitchen - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: In The Kitchen
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
Girl you're in the kitchen, cookin' me a meal
Somethin' makes me wanna come in there and get a feel
Walk around in your t-shirt with nothin' else on
Struttin' pass, switchin' that ass while I'm on the phone
Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes
Girl, you look so sexy while you're doin' the damn thing

I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

Would you like that?
Tell me right now pretty, babe

Girl, you're in the kitchen, chillin' in your robe
I'm sayin' to myself, she better go, put on some clothes
Ticklin' and teasin', doin' that little dance
Girl, you gon' make me lay you down and give it to you one mo 'gain
Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes
Girl, you look so sexy while you're doin' the damn thing that

I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

Sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

This is what I am ready to do
Girl, I'm ready to
While I'm makin' love, girl, I'll be feastin'

Girl, you're in the kitchen, sweatin' up a storm
The oven's on 500, so you know the kitchen's warm
Girl, you know just how to get into a brother's mind
'Cause here we are still in this kitchen doin' it for the third time
Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes
Girl, you look so sexy doing the damn thing that

I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

Sex in the kitchen over by the stove
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

Sex in the kitchen over by the stove
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed
...

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In The Kitchen (Remix) - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: In The Kitchen (Remix)
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
Girl you're in the kitchen, cookin' me a meal
Somethin' makes me wanna come in there and get a feel
Walk around in your t-shirt with nothin' else on
Struttin' pass, switchin' that ass while I'm on the phone
Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes
Girl, you look so sexy while you're doin' the damn thing

I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

Would you like that?
Tell me right now pretty, babe

Girl, you're in the kitchen, chillin' in your robe
I'm sayin' to myself, she better go, put on some clothes
Ticklin' and teasin', doin' that little dance
Girl, you gon' make me lay you down and give it to you one mo 'gain
Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes
Girl, you look so sexy while you're doin' the damn thing that

I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

Sex in the kitchen over by the stove
I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

This is what I am ready to do
Girl, I'm ready to
While I'm makin' love, girl, I'll be feastin'

Girl, you're in the kitchen, sweatin' up a storm
The oven's on 500, so you know the kitchen's warm
Girl, you know just how to get into a brother's mind
'Cause here we are still in this kitchen doin' it for the third time
Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes
Girl, you look so sexy doing the damn thing that

I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

Sex in the kitchen over by the stove
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed

Sex in the kitchen over by the stove
Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls
Hands on the table, on your tippy toes
We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed
...

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Tango Shoes - Lyrics - Purge - Bif Naked

Title: Tango Shoes
Album: Purge
Artist: Bif Naked
Composer(s): Peter Karroll, Doug Mccarvell, Beth Nicole Hopkins

Lyric:
When we're together, I am alone
I dawdle down the street, shuffle my feet
Don't wanna go home

There's an antique store, I go inside
All I got on me is only twenty bucks and my pride
That's when I see them

My new tango shoes
They are my treasure, they're so cool
My new tango shoes
They are my ticket, my tools
My new tango shoes
They're gonna help me dance away from you
My new tango shoes

Like Cinderella, I am transformed
Suddenly I'm taller, you're smaller, I am reborn
With new courage I go downtown
To find you sitting at a table
Girls all around and they see my

My new tango shoes
They are my treasure, they're so cool
My new tango shoes
They are my ticket, my tools
My new tango shoes
They're gonna help me dance away from you
My new tango shoes

See my sexy metamorphosis
Right before your angry eyes
I stick a red rose in between my lips
Turn on my heel and dance out of your life

You told me you love me, that was untrue
Now that we're over this dance is for you
Tango!

My new tango shoes
They are my treasure, they're so cool
My new tango shoes
They are my ticket, my tools
My new tango shoes
They're gonna help me dance away from you

My new tango shoes
They are my treasure, they're so cool
My new tango shoes
They are my ticket, my tools
My new tango shoes
They're gonna help me dance away from you
My new tango shoes

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Kinda Kute - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Kinda Kute
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): David Ian Jackson

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Lyric:
You make a guy feel humble
I make a fool of myself again
You make me trip and stumble
Just go dance by yourself again

I'll just watch
'Cause that's all I wanna do
But remember
That I'm here with your drink
At my table for two

And you're kinda kute baby, kinda kute baby
See you dance in your satin suit baby
When you move gotta sit right down
No competition with this kinda kutie around

I see you pass by my window
Have to run down the stairs again
I fix my hair around a corner
Catch you quite unawares again

And you laugh
And you move that way again
Just like last night, oh yeah, that's right
I'm the guy with the big feet
But plenty of nerve

And you're kinda kute baby, kinda kute baby
See you dance in your satin suit baby
When you move gotta sit right down
No competition with this kinda kutie around

Don't you know that
All you gotta do
Is remember
That I'm here with your drink
At my table for two

And you're kinda kute baby, kinda kute baby
See you dance in your satin suit baby
When you move gotta sit right down
No competition with this kinda kutie around

Kinda, kinda kute baby, kinda kute baby
See you dance in your satin suit baby
When you move gotta sit right down
No competition with this kinda kutie around

This kinda kutie around
This kinda kutie around
This kinda kutie around
...

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Strip Club - Lyrics - Banned In The U.S.A. - 2 Live Crew

Title: Strip Club
Album: Banned In The U.S.A.
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Luther Campbell, David Hobbs, Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won

Lyric:
As you know, we are now in the strip club in Magic City
Ohh, somebody's beeper goin'
Yo, oh, hey, hey, hey, hold on
Yeah, that's the one by me, yo, yeah

They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight
I ain't seen all o', y'all comin' in the strip club
Lookin' at all this pussy, me and the boys, me and 2 Live Crew
Brother Marquis, Mr.Mixx, Mr.Mixx, uh, Fresh, Fresh Kid Ice
You know we at Magic City Lounge, ladies and gentlemen
If y'all don't know where it's located, it's in Atlanta

The strip club is the place to hang
Just watchin' all the bitches just throwin' that thang
In a smoke-filled room, filled with noise
On a special night just for the boys

I'll be sittin' at a table, just sippin' on a drink
While the bitch is on stage, showin' the pink
Oh, what a sight to see
It looked like the pussy just winked at me

They'll do anything for a tip
Like table-top dance or even grab your dick
With my money in hand, lookin' for fun
Look out, man, 'cause here she comes

Hey, hey, hey, hey, y'all wanna get them four girls over there?
Them four, fine motherfuckers
The one over there makin' her pussy jump and shit?
Two pussies in one? Aright y'all, y'all repeat after me
Bring that pussy over here, here, bring that pussy over here, here

Chillin' late night, I was drunk as fuck
A nigga bored as hell, so I hit the club
Gave a bitch five for a table-top dance
She took off her g-string and shook her ass

Baby, all that? You got to work harder
Do some back flips to make me harder
So I called the waitress, gimme a drink
And by that time, a nigga start to think

Is that bitch in here swallows bottle tops
I know she could make me hard as a rock
So shake ya booty, girl, smack the devil and raise the flag
And let Marquis bless and watch that ass

Damn, Mixx, get yo' face out of that pussy
Hey, Marquis, what you doin' man?
You not supposed to be doin' that
Know you got pussy like that there

Hold on, hold on man, hold on, we got
Y'all really with us now, okay, let's say it
Bring that pussy over here, here, fellas say it
Bring that pussy over here, here, oh shit

She danced on the table, I poured with sweat
Put my hand in my pocket, pulled out a bet
She laid on the table, then opened her thighs
No hairs on the pussy, which made my dick rise

She went crazy, and I got loose
Gave her a 20 and the pussy juiced
It's the boys' night out and we're lookin' for fun
Look out, man, 'cause here she comes

Hold on, hold on, hold on, Chris
You gave her a 20? You buyin' pussy, man
That's against the law
You know we got locked up one time already

Hey, hey, hey, don't buy no pussy
Okay, fellas, y'all ready to get some new hoes?
Let's go

Everybody say, bring that pussy over here, here
Bring that pussy over here, here
Lemme hear ya say, bring that pussy over here, here
Bring that pussy over here, here

Now that we done got all the pussy
Now y'all know, we gotta take some of these hoes home
'Cause uh, this hotel gets a little lonely
And we needs to fuck

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Slowset - Lyrics - Bell X1

Title: Slowset
Artist: Bell X1
Composer(s): Brian Patrick Crosby, Dave Brian Geraghty, Paul Anthony Noonan, Dominic Michael Phillips

Lyric:
So I asked her to dance
She said she wasn't able
And all her friends laughed
She was just trying to be gentle

And so we danced
Round and round in circles
Not of that love song
But our very own circles

Slowset is dead
No more love on the dance floor
Unless you're out of your head
That's all that we went for

So she asked me to dance
I did but I wasn't able
Oh where to put your hands
When there's so much food on the table

Slowset is dead
No more love on the dance floor
Unless you're out of your head
That's all that we went for

What do you say
When she's in your arms
And you're going round in those circles
When both of you know that
You've risen to the occasion

When her friend comes along
And you know that she's been rescued
When you're eternal flame
Has been drowned by her
Purple rain

Slowset is dead
No more love on the dance floor
Unless you're out of your head
That's all that we went for
That's all

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She Loves Me, She Don'T Love You - Lyrics - It Would Be You - Gary Allan

Title: She Loves Me, She Don'T Love You
Album: It Would Be You
Artist: Gary Allan
Composer(s): Conway Twitty

Lyric:
Well, I can see you?re dancin' every dance with her
And it seems to me you?re dancin' much too close to her
When you?re sittin' at our table, you?re sittin' next to her
But my heart knows, that it?s true, she loves me, she don?t love you

Well, let me tell you, friend, I?m wise to your lies
Even tellin' me that I?m the guy for her
When every little thing that you do and say
Is giving you away, you?re in love with her

Well, just one more dance with her and friend, you?re gonna see
(She loves me)
What it?s like to hit the floor, do a little dance with me
So here?s your coat and here?s your hat, I think you?d better leave
?Cause she just told me it?s true, she loves me, she don?t love you

Well, let me tell you friend, I?m wise to your lies
Even tellin' me that I?m the guy for her
When every little thing that you do and say
Is giving you away, you?re in love with her

Well, just one more dance with her and friend, you?re gonna see
(She loves me)
What it?s like to hit the floor and do a little dance with me
So here?s your coat and here?s your hat, I think you?d better leave
?Cause she just told me it?s true, she loves me, she don?t love you

Mmm hmm hmm hmm
(She loves me)
Mmm hmm hmm hmm
(Don't love you)

So here?s your coat, here?s your hat, I'm thinkin' you?d better leave
?Cause she just told me it?s true, she loves me, she don?t love you

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She Loves Me - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: She Loves Me
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Conway Twitty

Lyric:
Well, now I can see you're dancin'
Every dance with her
And it seems to me that you're dancin'
Much too close to her

When you sat down at our table
You sat next to her
But I know that it's true
She loves me, she don't love you

Let me tell you friend, I'm wise to your lies
You've been tellin' me that I'm the guy for her
And every little thing you do and say
Is givin' you away, you're in love with her

Well, just one more dance with her
And friend, you're gonna see
What it's like to hit the floor
And do a little dance with me

Here's your coat, there's the door
I think you better leave
'Cause she just told me it's true
She loves me, she don't love you

Let me tell you friend, I'm wise to your lies
You've been tellin' me that I'm the guy for her
And every little thing you do and say
Is givin' you away, you're in love with her

Well, just one more dance with her
And, friend, you're gonna see
What it's like to hit the floor
And do a little dance with me

Here's your coat and there's the door
I think you better leave
'Cause she just told me it's true
She loves me, she don't love you

'Cause she just told me it's true
She loves me, she don't love you

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Neon Moon - Lyrics - #1's...And Then Some - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Neon Moon
Album: #1's...And Then Some
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Ronnie Dunn

Lyric:
When the sun goes down
On my side of town
That lonesome feelin'
Comes to my door
The whole world turns
Blue

There's a rundown bar
Across the railroad track
I gotta table for two
Way in back
Where I sit alone
And think of losin' you

I spend most every night
Beneath the light
Of a neon moon

Now if you lose your one and only
There's always room here for the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon

I think of two young lovers
Are runnin' wild and free
I close my eyes
And sometimes see
You in the shadows
Of this smoke filled room

No tellin' how many tears
I've sat here and cried
Or how many lies
That I've lied
Tellin' my poor heart
She'll come back someday

Ohh, but I'll be alright
As long as there's light
From a neon moon

Ohh, if you lose your one and only
There's always room here for the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon

The jukebox plays on
Drink by drink
And the words of every sad song
Seem to say what I think
And its hurt inside of me
Ain't never gonna end

Ohh, but I'll be alright
As long as there's light
From a neon moon

Ohh, if you lose your one and only
There's always room here for the lonely
To watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon

An' watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon

Ohh, watch your broken dreams
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon

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Hanukkah Blessings - Lyrics - Barenaked for the Holidays - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Hanukkah Blessings
Album: Barenaked for the Holidays
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page

Lyric:
Oh Hanukkah, oh Hanukkah, come light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather 'round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing the candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

Oh Hanukkah, oh Hanukkah come light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather 'round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing the candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

Oh Hanukkah, oh Hanukkah come light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather 'round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing the candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

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Hanukkah, Oh, Hanukkah - Lyrics - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Hanukkah, Oh, Hanukkah
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Jim Creeggan, Kevin Hearn, Steven Page, Ed Robertson, Tyler Stewart

Lyric:
Oh Hanukkah, oh Hanukkah
Come light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather 'round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing
The candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

Oh Hanukkah, oh Hanukkah
Come light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather 'round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing
The candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

Oh Hanukkah, oh Hanukkah
Come light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather 'round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing
The candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

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Pooh Song - Lyrics - Other Side Of The Moon - Cardigans

Title: Pooh Song
Album: Other Side Of The Moon
Artist: Cardigans
Composer(s): Bengt Lagerberg, Peter Svensson, Nina Persson, Mattias Alfheim, Magnus Sveningsson

Lyric:
When the cats and dogs are fallin'
I'm recallin' you
You said I'd be bored today
And I don't know what I want to do

Wise eyes tell me twice
Dance like penguins on my table
Ain't my kind of joy on every Friday night
I'm just whistling on a song

When I'm havin' milk and honey
I'm recallin' you
When my walls are closin' in
I always have a place to go

Wise eyes tell me twice
Dance like penguins on my table
Ain't my kind of joy on every Friday night
I'm just whistling on a song
(Songs I know, songs we wrote)

Songs we wrote together
I'm just whistling on a song

When my world is far too evil
I'm recallin' you
Things are hard to understand
There's a little that I really know

Wise eyes tell me twice
Dance like penguins on my table
Ain't my kind of joy every Friday night
I'm just whistling on a song
(Songs I know, songs we wrote)

Songs we wrote together
I'm just whistling on a song

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Hanukkah O Hanukkah - Lyrics - Barenaked for the Holidays - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Hanukkah O Hanukkah
Album: Barenaked for the Holidays
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Jim Creeggan, Kevin Hearn, Steven Page, Ed Robertson, Tyler Stewart

Lyric:
Oh Hanukkah, oh, Hanukkah, come, light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing, the candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

Oh Hanukkah, oh, Hanukkah, come, light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing, the candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

Oh Hanukkah, oh, Hanukkah, come, light the menorah
Let's have a party, we'll all dance the hora
Gather round the table, we'll give you a treat
Sevivon to play with latkes to eat

And while we are playing, the candles are burning low
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago
One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

One for each night, they shed a sweet light
To remind us of days long ago

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She'S In Love With A Rodeo Man - Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Title: She'S In Love With A Rodeo Man
Artist: Chris Ledoux
Composer(s): Bob Mcdill

Lyric:
She's a barmaid in a west Texas dance hall
She's there ev'ry night till they close
And the cowboy's pay for the jukebox
And she plays 'San Antonio Rose'

Well I know her life ain't been easy
Lord, the lines in her face say it all
But she still is a beautiful woman
In the lights of the Texas dance hall

But she won't sit down at your table
And I know that you can't hold her hand
She won't go home with you cowboy
She's in love with a rodeo man

Well he's hard and he's scarred and he's grayin'
And he's stoned most all of the time
And he drinks at a dark corner table
And he waits there until closin' time

So she won't sit down at your table
And I know that you can't hold her hand
She won't go home with you cowboy
She's in love with a rodeo man

She won't sit down at your table
And I know that you can't hold her hand
She won't go home with you cowboy
She's in love with a rodeo man

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