Wind It Up - Lyrics - The Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani

Title: Wind It Up
Album: The Sweet Escape
Artist: Gwen Stefani
Composer(s): Gwen Stefani, Pharrell L Williams, Oscar Ii Hamerstein, Richard Rogers

Lyric:
High on the hill with the lonely goatherd
Layee odelayee odelay heehoo
Yodel back with the girl and goatherd
Layee odelayee odeloh

Wind it up!
Wind it up!
Wind it up!
Yodelay yodelay yodeloh
(Yeah)

This is the key that makes us wind up
When the beat comes on the girls all line up
And the boys all look but no they can't touch
But the girls want to know why boys like us so much

They like the way we dance, they like the way we work
They like the way the L.A.M.B. is going ?cross my shirt
They like the way my pants, it compliments my shape
(She's crazy, right?)
They like the way we react every time we hear the

Every time the bass bang realize it calls your name
Let the beat wind you up and don't stop till your time is up
Get in line now

Wind it up!
Wind it up!
(Come on)
Wind it up!
Yodelay yodelay yodeloh

You got to let the beat get under your skin
You got to open up and let it all in
But see, once it gets in, the popping begins
Then you'll find out why all the boys stare

See? They're trying to bite our style, trying to study our approach
They like the way we do it, so original
I guess that they are slow, so they should leave the room
This beat is for the clubs and cars that go

Every time the bass bang realize it calls your name
Let the beat wind you up and don't stop till your time is up
Get in line now

Wind it up!
(Whenever you're ready)
Wind it up!
Wind it up!
Wind it up!
Yodelay yodelay yodeloh

Uh huh, this is your moment
Uh huh, come on girl, you know you own it
Uh huh, you know your key is still tick tockin'
Hell yeah, but you know they're watchin'

Get it girl, get it, get it girl
Get it girl, get it, get it girl
To the front, to the side
To the back but don't let him ride

Keep goin' girl, it's your night
Don't let him steal your light
I know he thinks you're fine and stuff
But does he know how to wind you up?
(Come on)

Wind it up!
Wind it up!
Wind it up!
Wind it up!
Yodelay yodelay yodelay, hey

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Wind It Up - Lyrics - Schmack! - Steriogram

Title: Wind It Up
Album: Schmack!
Artist: Steriogram
Composer(s): Jared Wrennall, Tim Youngson, Jacob Adams, Brad Carter, Tyson Kennedy

Lyric:
Close the mockers world, planets in the same room
Sentimental girls, all of which had fame too
Already gone, oh but they can?t leave you
Fight their clinging on, fight but they can?t be you

All this time they?re wasting my rhymes
Do you know what it is makes you say those things
Or why you have a problem with what we bring
Suddenly we believe in more than just luck
It?s not meant to offend you, just for us
We know that you gotta feel important
But it?s a shame that your ignorance is all you?re flaunting
Your insecurity?s out when you say we got no shot
Met thousands like you and we know they won?t stop

What if I would wind it up, wind it up, what if I could?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

Your insecurity?s out when you say we got no shot
Met thousands like you and we know they won?t stop
We don?t mind ?cause we know what we?re searching for
It?s the time in our life we?ve been working for
We don?t feel elite when we?re doing this
Anyone can do it if you just take a risk
It?s not just us that you?re talking down to
I?ve heard you say the same to everyone around you

What if I would wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up, what if I should ?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

Now I?ll tell you Mr. Know-It-All
What you can do with all your worldly knowledge
You can take your business
And opinions and your mushroom and shove it up your
All this time they?re wasting my rhymes

What if I would wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

What if I should wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could wind it up, wind it up?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)
What if I could?
(Do you know a damn thing about what you are saying)
(You think you?re in control but your gig?s about to fold)

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Impacto - Lyrics - El Cartel: The Big Boss - Daddy Yankee

Title: Impacto
Album: El Cartel: The Big Boss
Artist: Daddy Yankee
Composer(s): Scott Storch

Lyric:
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Welcome to the remix!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
(It?s Fergie Ferg and Daddy Yankee bitches!)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Daddy! Por ahí viene el castigo!)
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Oh!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
(Cartel!)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(The Big Boss!)

(Hey!)
It?s about to go down mama!
(Hey!)
So why'd you break it down mama?
Do it! I like the way you do it!
You like the way I do it?
I like the way you do it!

Enseña todo lo que tienes, no improvisa lo que ella tiene
Este toque es quien lo detiene aunque nos tire la ley
Salvaje vine rebelde, el leon sale hasta que te muerde
Tu sabes que yo tengo un partner, no perdamos este break

El golpe bien duro te pega! Si es que pega!
Yo se que asi te lo vives!
El toque es electrico, magnetico
Perreo cybernetico, yeah!

Estas calentandote, yo calentandome
Me dice que te pasa a ti, eso lo quiero ver
Que pasa cuando te pego duro contra la pared?
Se produce El Impacto

Baby just wind it up, just wind it up
Just wind it up, just wind it
(Let's go!)
Grind you up, grind you up
Grind you up, baby grind it
(Let's go!)

(Hey!)
It?s about to go down mama
(Hey!)
So why'd you break it down mama?
Do it! I like the way you do it!
You like the way I do it?
I like the way you do it!

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(Muevelo shorty!)

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Nos fuimos lejo' Ma!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!)

No resbalas cuando te acorralas
Tu me das la liga como Dallas
Mira si eres mala que me pega la cintura de hule!
Para que me cure dando palos como los azules
Raymond Ayala, el que nadie iguala

Y no para!
La hice que sudara
Con esa ropa cara
Estamos dando a la calle el estilo del barrio dale

Mami just wind it up, just wind it up
Just wind it up, just wind it
(Let's go!)
Grind you up, grind you up
Grind you up, baby grind it
(Let's go!)

(Hey!)
It?s about to go down mama!
(Hey!)
So why?d you break it down mama?
Do it! I like the way you do it!
You like the way I do it?
I like the way you do it!

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Muevelo shorty!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(Muevelo shorty!)

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Nos fuimos lejo' Ma!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
Give it all you got mami make it impacto
(Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!)

You know what happens when I step into the place
I'm Fergalicious, brothers wanna get a taste
But they know I ain't promiscuous, the realest chick up in this
The ladies don't know real from the fake

You got a problem? Come and say it to my face!
You got a problem? Come and say it in my face!
(Say it in my face!)
Fergie Ferg make a impact, I?ma pull ya wig back
Fellas like the way I move my waist

(Hey!)
It?s about to go down mama!
(Hey!)
So why?d you break it down mama?
Do it! I like the way you do it!
You like the way I do it?
I like the way you do it!

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
([Incomprehensible] shorty!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
(Fergie! Daddy Yankee!)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Cartel!)
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Nosotros revolucionamos la música!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
(You know who's this)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(Daddy Yankee!)

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Impacto (Remix) - Lyrics - El Cartel: The Big Boss - Daddy Yankee

Title: Impacto (Remix)
Album: El Cartel: The Big Boss
Artist: Daddy Yankee
Composer(s): Scott Storch

Lyric:
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Welcome to the remix!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
(It?s Fergie Ferg and Daddy Yankee bitches!)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Daddy! Por ahí viene el castigo!)
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Oh!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
(Cartel!)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(The Big Boss!)

(Hey!)
It?s about to go down mama!
(Hey!)
So why'd you break it down mama?
Do it! I like the way you do it!
You like the way I do it?
I like the way you do it!

Enseña todo lo que tienes, no improvisa lo que ella tiene
Este toque es quien lo detiene aunque nos tire la ley
Salvaje vine rebelde, el leon sale hasta que te muerde
Tu sabes que yo tengo un partner, no perdamos este break

El golpe bien duro te pega! Si es que pega!
Yo se que asi te lo vives!
El toque es electrico, magnetico
Perreo cybernetico, yeah!

Estas calentandote, yo calentandome
Me dice que te pasa a ti, eso lo quiero ver
Que pasa cuando te pego duro contra la pared?
Se produce El Impacto

Baby just wind it up, just wind it up
Just wind it up, just wind it
(Let's go!)
Grind you up, grind you up
Grind you up, baby grind it
(Let's go!)

(Hey!)
It?s about to go down mama
(Hey!)
So why'd you break it down mama?
Do it! I like the way you do it!
You like the way I do it?
I like the way you do it!

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(Muevelo shorty!)

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Nos fuimos lejo' Ma!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!)

No resbalas cuando te acorralas
Tu me das la liga como Dallas
Mira si eres mala que me pega la cintura de hule!
Para que me cure dando palos como los azules
Raymond Ayala, el que nadie iguala

Y no para!
La hice que sudara
Con esa ropa cara
Estamos dando a la calle el estilo del barrio dale

Mami just wind it up, just wind it up
Just wind it up, just wind it
(Let's go!)
Grind you up, grind you up
Grind you up, baby grind it
(Let's go!)

(Hey!)
It?s about to go down mama!
(Hey!)
So why?d you break it down mama?
Do it! I like the way you do it!
You like the way I do it?
I like the way you do it!

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Muevelo shorty!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(Muevelo shorty!)

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Nos fuimos lejo' Ma!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
Give it all you got mami make it impacto
(Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!)

You know what happens when I step into the place
I'm Fergalicious, brothers wanna get a taste
But they know I ain't promiscuous, the realest chick up in this
The ladies don't know real from the fake

You got a problem? Come and say it to my face!
You got a problem? Come and say it in my face!
(Say it in my face!)
Fergie Ferg make a impact, I?ma pull ya wig back
Fellas like the way I move my waist

(Hey!)
It?s about to go down mama!
(Hey!)
So why?d you break it down mama?
Do it! I like the way you do it!
You like the way I do it?
I like the way you do it!

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
([Incomprehensible] shorty!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
(Fergie! Daddy Yankee!)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto

Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Cartel!)
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
(Nosotros revolucionamos la música!)
Give it all you got mami, give it all you got mami
(You know who's this)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
(Daddy Yankee!)

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Push It Baby - Lyrics - Pretty Ricky

Title: Push It Baby
Artist: Pretty Ricky
Composer(s): Corey Mathis, Joseph Smith, Spectacular Smith, Marcus Cooper, Diamond Smith

Lyric:
It's so many girls in here
It's so many girls in here
It's so many girls in here
It's so many girls in here

I wanna see you push it, push it, push it
I wanna see you move it, move it, move it
I wanna see you wind it, wind it, wind it
I wanna see you

I wanna see you
Push it baby, oh, just push that thang on me
Push it baby, I wanna see you
I wanna see you

When I step up in the club I'm so ah ah ah
Tossing dollars at these broads like ah ah ah
Pretty women up in here like bah bah bah
Spittin' game in their ear like la la la

Baby Blue I don't play no games
Head to my feet so fresh, so clean
Buying out the bar like it ain't no thang
Hot boy like Wayne diamonds in my chain blang blang blang

I got canary diamond cluster tryna bustas
Got the matching Lamborghini same color mustard
Buying drinks for these chicks and now they owe me
More gin if you wine I'm the same ol' G

I wanna see you push it, push it, push it
I wanna see you move it, move it, move it
I wanna see you wind it, wind it, wind it
I wanna see you

I wanna see you
Push it baby, oh, just push that thang on me
Push it baby, I wanna see you
I wanna see you

Rick rabs [Incomprehensible] ride
Ridin' this so quick like don't try
Leave them haters in the dust like bye bye bye
Girl standin' on the corner like la la la

You know I pull up on the scene all late twenty eight
Big place two dates leasin' crates, yes, they gon' shake
Juicy like a milkshake tender rise like a shake
So don't hate 'cuz the oven on my side easy bake

And I'm so fly, no lie
No lie, urban legend in the hood like T.I.
'Cuz I'm rich now chicks want me to hit now
'Cuz I spit [Incomprehensible] slick the shit now

I wanna see you push it, push it, push it
I wanna see you move it, move it, move it
I wanna see you wind it, wind it, wind it
I wanna see you

I wanna see you
Push it baby, oh, just push that thang on me
Push it baby, I wanna see you
I wanna see you

You know shades n the club like why
You my star baby look up in the sky
See the Pretty Ricky jet flyin' high
I'm fly

Milli Park the Bentley jumped out clean
All eyes on me
Marco Day blue jeans with the fresh tee
Lightin' up in the club like I'm paparazzi, yeah

Call me Mr.Pringles, I'm stackin' my chips
Get up in the club make you rain off rep
She at the post spinnin' like bices
Snatch 2 chicks and rolled out like dice

I wanna see you push it, push it, push it
I wanna see you move it, move it, move it
I wanna see you wind it, wind it, wind it
I wanna see you

I wanna see you
Push it baby, oh, just push that thang on me
Push it baby, I wanna see you
I wanna see you

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Wind It Up - Lyrics - Barenaked Ladies Are Me - Barenaked Ladies

Title: Wind It Up
Album: Barenaked Ladies Are Me
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson

Lyric:
Stop, drop and roll and I will tell you where I'm coming from
You've done a lot a yelling pointed at my eardrum
I'll offer all of me that you can lay your eyes on
I'll get right back to you once I get my disguise on

Hearts on fire, you'll learn
End up with heartburn
Wind me up my dear
Had it up to here
Wind it up

I can't believe that you believe that I would fake it
Wait! Lest you count the things I said when we were naked
Run, run away from everything we'd ever hoped for
I can't believe that this is what people elope for

You throw your sticks and stones
Throw your mobile phone
Wind me up my dear
Had it up to here
Wind it up

If you are living then I wish you love
I hope someone can make your heart warm
I was a baby when I learned to suck
But you have raised it to an art form

Yes, I'm out of line
But you're out of your mind
Wind me up my dear
Had it up to here
Wind me up my dear
Had it up to here
Wind it up

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Music Box - Lyrics - So Uncool - Keke Palmer

Title: Music Box
Album: So Uncool
Artist: Keke Palmer
Composer(s): Patrick Smith, Balewa Muhammad, Candice Nelson, Bernard Edwards, Ezekiel Lewis

Lyric:
Listen up, turn your box up, gather all around
This one's strictly for the ghetto
Some of y'all recognize, some of y'all won't
Better pay attention and listen close

There was an old lady who lived in my hood
That sold freeze pops for a quarter
Had so many kids that I lost count
More sons than she had daughters

And every night before they would fall asleep
They?d pray for shelter and food to eat
But the landlord huffed and blew the house down
Now they out on the streets

And now she cleans, she mops
The tears they drop
The only sound that drowns it out
Comes from my music box

So just let the music play
Don't let it stop
It ain't easy growing up in the hood
But I got my music box

When the sirens sound wind it up
Or the shots ring down just wind it up
[Incomprehensible] the hood but I?m up to no good
?Cause I got my music box

There was an old man, he lived in the hood
Had rubber bands, dimes, and quarters worth a block
Put him away, left his wife and kids
And a sexist teenage daughter

Couldn't shake the reflections, starved to perfection
I've seen it all before
Now she ignores the advice of a kid folk
Tell her stay home but she creeping out the back door

And now she pays the cost
Young girl so lost
I feel your pain, try to maintain
Wind up your music box

So just let the music play
Don't let it stop
It ain't easy growing up in the hood
But I got my music box

When the sirens sound wind it up
Or the shots ring down just wind it up
[Incomprehensible] the hood but I?m up to no good
?Cause I got my music box

This hood situation's got me sick
Call the doctor, quick, quick, quick
Doctor, doctor, will I die?
Na, na, young girl, just let the song play

So just let the music play
Don't let it stop
It ain't easy growing up in the hood
But I got my music box

When the sirens sound wind it up
Or the shots ring down just wind it up
[Incomprehensible] the hood but I?m up to no good
?Cause I got my music box

?Cause I got my music box
My music box

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More More More - Lyrics - Fever - Kylie Minogue

Title: More More More
Album: Fever
Artist: Kylie Minogue
Composer(s): Tommy Danvers, Liz Winstanley

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Lyric:
Give it, give it up
Just can't get enough, oh

Here am I with my desire
Feel it burnin' just for you
My, oh my, this love divine
Is takin' me to somewhere new

Just slide
(Just slide)
Get your body down, down, down
And glide
(And glide)
I gotta feel you all around

Boy you got me wantin' more, more, more
Give it all up for love babe
You got me sayin' more, more, more
Wind me up, wind me up
You know I want you more, more, more
Gotta give it all up for love babe
Keep me sayin' more, more, more
Baby just fill me up to the top
Till I can take no more, no more

Here am I and deep desire
I got a little spot for you
Ooh, make me sigh with sheer delight
As baby you caress and soothe

So slide
(Just slide)
I wanna feel down, down, down
And glide
(And glide)
You know I need you all around

Boy you got me wantin' more, more, more
Give it all up for love babe
You got me sayin' more, more, more
Wind me up, wind me up
You know I want you more, more, more
Gotta give it all up for love babe
Keep me sayin' more, more, more
Ooh, baby just fill me up to the top
Till I can take no more
Till I can take no more

Ooh, give it up, give it up
I just can't get enough
So give me more, more, more, more, more
Give it up, give it up
I just can't get enough
So give me more, more, more, more, more

Just slide
(Just slide)
Get your body down, down, down
And glide
(And glide)
I gotta feel you all around

Boy you got me wantin' more, more, more
Give it all up for love babe
You got me sayin' more, more, more
Oh ho, just wind me up, wind me up
You know I want you more, more, more
Gotta give it all up for love babe
Keep me sayin' more, more, more
Ooh hoo, baby just fill me up to the top
Till I can take no more
I can take no more, no more, more

Give it up, give it up
I just can't get enough
So give me more, more, more, more, more
Give it up, give it up
I just can't get enough
So give me more, more, more, more, more

Ooh hey hey
Come give me
More, more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, more, more

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Dip It Low - Lyrics - It's About Time - Christina Milian

Title: Dip It Low
Album: It's About Time
Artist: Christina Milian
Composer(s): Larry Crook, Dan Dickey, Tedra Moses, Paul Poli, Thomas Turino

Lyric:
Christina Milian, Poli Paul
Spencow, baby

He says he wants you, he says he needs you
It?s real talk, then why not make him wait for you?
If he really wants you, if he really needs you
Really got to have you, take your time and feel him out
When he?s a good boy, I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you? That?s when you give it to him good

Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I?m a show you how to make your man say ?Ohh?

Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I?m a show you how to make your man say ?Ohh?

You gettin? bold, it?s growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of a young love growin? old
You think it?s time
And you thinkin? of leavin? but give it time

It?s late at night, he?s comin? home
Meet him at the door with nothin? on
Take him by the hand, let him know it?s on
If you understand me, y?all come on

All my ladies, wind it up if you know just how to move
All my fellas, jump behind and show her what you wanna do
All my ladies, wind it up if you know just how to move
All my fellas, jump behind and show her what you wanna do

Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I?m a show you how to make your man say ?Ohh?

Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I?m a show you how to make your man say ?Ohh?

We can move if you wanna
We can move if you wanna
We can move if you wanna
We can move

Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I?m a show you how to make your man say ?Ohh?

Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I?m a show you how to make your man say ?Ohh?

Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I?m a show you how to make your man say ?Ohh?

Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out like your back broke
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I?m a show you how to make your man say ?Ohh?

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Wind Me Up - Lyrics - Extreme - Extreme

Title: Wind Me Up
Album: Extreme
Artist: Extreme
Composer(s): Gary Cherone, Nuno Bettencourt

Lyric:
I've got something that you ought to know
Don't even know whether to come or go
Up down head's spinnin' around
Wind up in the lost and found

Wind me up, wind me up
(Wind me up, wind me up)
Wind me up, wind me up

Tell me why you make it so hard
All I ask is finish what you start

Wind me up, wind me up
(Wind me up, wind me up)
Wind me up, wind me up

Wind me up that's all you do
Wind me up and leave me blue
I'd like to see if you could be
Kind enough to me when you
Wind me up

Don't take me places then wanna go home
Sometimes, I think I'm better off alone
Hey girl, you know what you do
Color me red then leave me blue

Wind me up, wind me up
(Wind me up, wind me up)
Wind me up, wind me up

Wind me up that's all you do
Wind me up and leave me blue
I'd like to see if you could be
Kind enough to me when you

Wind me up that's all you do
Wind me up and leave me blue
I'd like to see if you could be
Kind enough to me when you
Wind me up

Wind me up that's all you do
Wind me up and leave me blue
I'd like to see if you could be
Kind enough to me when you

Wind me up that's all you do
Wind me up and leave me blue
I'd like to see if you could be
Kind enough to me when you

Wind me up that's all you do
Wind me up and leave me blue
I'd like to see if you could be
Kind enough to me when you
Wind me up

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Back At Your Door - Lyrics - It Won't Be Soon Before Long - Maroon 5

Title: Back At Your Door
Album: It Won't Be Soon Before Long
Artist: Maroon 5
Composer(s): Jesse Carmichael, Adam Levine

Lyric:
From the moment the lights went off
Everything had changed
Lie awake in an empty room
In my head, it all feels the same

Like the taste of the day you left
It still lingers on my breath
And the dampness of tears that left
That stain where you had wept

All alone with the negligee
That still hangs off of my bed
I keep meaning to give it away
But I just leave it there instead

No need to cry about it
I cannot live without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

Three more days 'til I see your face
I'm afraid, it's far too much
Cook a meal and fix up the place
Dial your number, hang it up

If I took you for granted
I apologize for acting tough
You're my reason for living
And there's no way I'm giving up

No need to cry about it
I cannot live without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

Now every evening is a bitter fight
And I'm eating all alone on a Friday night
And I know what your friends say
?He?s just wasting your love and time?
I will never let you change your mind

No need to cry about it
I cannot live without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door

No need to cry about it
I may just die without it
Every time I wind up back at your door

Why do you do this to me?
You penetrate right through me
Every time I wind up back at your door
Every time I wind up back at your door
Every time I wind up back at your door

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Wind Me Up - Lyrics - Mr. Big - Mr. Big

Title: Wind Me Up
Album: Mr. Big
Artist: Mr. Big
Composer(s): Eric Martin, Paul Gilbert, Pat Torpey

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Lyric:
There ought to be a law against it
To lead a man on and then let him go
What's the world comin' to
When you can't slide into home

Tell it like it is woman
Tell the boy maybe or to never mind
We could go all the way
And the big boys don't like to waste time, no

Wind me up, I need enuff to keep me satisfied
Wind me up, I wanna hold you but my hands are tied
Wind me up, you kiss me quick and then you turn me off
Wind me up

The only way she winds you up
Is when you ask for too much trouble
Ain't no room for a second chance
When the first one ain't even over

Packed with a powerful love
That I just can't get enough of
Lay your cards on the table, baby
Make no mistake about it

Wind me up, I need enuff to keep me satisfied
Wind me up, I wanna hold you but my hands are tied
Wind me up, yeah, you kiss me quick and then you turn me off
Wind me up, wind me up

I've got you now baby
It's time to let the cat out of the bag

Wind me up
Wind me up
Wind me up

Wind me up, I need enough to keep me satisfied
Wind me up, I wanna hold you but my hands are tied
Wind me up, you kiss me quick and then you turn me off track
Wind me up, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on
...

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Can'T Give It Up - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
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Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix] - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Can'T Give It Up [Rock Remix]
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Bryon Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

There's always something you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit I don't know, I don't know)

My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday
They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it?
How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry
Lost and lonely, so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend

But I predicted this endin', back in the day
'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray
Although we pray and we pray and we pray
We do but still wanna make the loot

No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard
We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain
Just play the hand that you was dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail

It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
'Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle
It ain't no love involved everything we was dissolved
We all hard as one, but together we raw

And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that
Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin' to be friends
We was taken by that snake in the grass

Should of stuck the nigga fast
Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass
We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want
There's always something you got to give up
If you want everything you want

I was never on some solo shit
Always down to roll and blow a head off
He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me
When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church

And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death
When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I think the world is just collapsin'
But I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest

So I came back to the action
When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin'
Family bashin' 'til it just happened
Then Wally passed and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?"

Louie askin' me if he'll ever come back so hard
We tell the truth, no use in beatin' around the bush
Baby I'm sorry, it's all in the game, throwin' up blood
Fuck it Layz', let's sign our life away

Now see me? I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walkbys
And you don't want that, neither do I
But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler

High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine
Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry
Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays
But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Well, if there's somethin' you can't give up
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
(I can feel the love)

Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga
Runnin' wit niggaz thats killas
The realest that be shermed out nigga
Spittin' my prophecy ain't no stoppin' me

I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty
I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I.
I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C.

Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you
Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did
Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture
Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla
And bitch I thought you knew
You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you
You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you

Bitch, like it always be
Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me!
You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin'
I'm leavin' you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us

All the nigga know what the hood like
In the streets gotta get that good life
Sellin' that, yeah, up under the street light
It's the hood life, don't fight

A nigga want out but just can't get out
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of havin big thangs
I'm still gon' chase it

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

It's always somethin' you got to give up
(Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want
(But shit, I don't know, I don't know)

Here they come, wait can I bark talk Bone, jumpin' it feelin'
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin' like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop

Droppin' this shit today, we kickin' this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin' buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit

My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S E T for the second sincerely
We baggin' 'em up rollin' niggas and throwin' 'em in the wasteland

Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run

But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin' you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)

If it was somethin' you can't give up
Yeah I know
(Would ya give it up)
To get everything you want
But shit I don't know I don't know
(I can feel the pump)
...

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Blown Away - Lyrics - Year of the Dog...Again - Dmx

Title: Blown Away
Album: Year of the Dog...Again
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Janyce Spenser, Johnny Hirsch, Earl Simmons, Stephen Mcdonald, Stonewall Odom

Lyric:
Like the wind
(Like the wind)
God will take
(God will take)

All my sins
(All of my sins)
Blown away
(Will be blown away)
Like the wind, like the wind blow
(Yes)

Yea, uh, from 80 school street to way across town
Cats knew how I got down 'cause word got around
I was that robbery kid with no gun and no mask
Catch a nigga out the door slippin', that's yo ass

Didn't laugh much 'cause I didn't have much
Life was like a stick, half gas, half clutch
Meaning half good and half bad
It was good if I caught a good vic, if I didn't, I was bad

Took it out on my regulars, I come through
And if niggaz was broke, I took watches and sneakers
Went to jail a few times but that didn't stop me
All it taught me was, how not to be sloppy

An older cat robbed me when I was like ten
If anybody wanted to help, they should've did it then
But they didn't and all it did was release the beast
So I'ma feast on whatever I come across in the streets

Like the wind
(Like the wind)
God will take
(God will take)

All my sins
(All of my sins)
Blown away
(Will be blown away)

Like the wind
(Like the wind)
Like the wind, blown
(Like the wind)

I had a "S" on my chest, fuck the vest
Did robberies with some cats and robbed the rest
Other times, I came through with just me and my dog
We'd clear out the whole fuckin' block 'cause we went hard

I bag some niggaz I knew and some niggaz I didn't
I ain't a fuck either way, it was no bullshittin'
I'm a cruddy nigga out to get money
And a couple of slugs is the only thing anybody took from me

Run up on a cat smooth like, put it in his left ear
Give up the money, the jewelry or get left here
Keep thinking it's a game and play, let's get popped
See how much fun you having, when your heart be stopped

Shut 'em down, open up shop, blow off a nigga top
Somebody call the cops, but it's too late
'Cause I'm a hit you in the face
And what will kill you will be somethin' that you ate

Like the wind
(Like the wind)
God will take
(God will take)

All my sins
(All of my sins)
Blown away
(Will be blown away)

Like the wind
(Like the wind)
Like the wind, blown
(Like the wind)

If pain is love, why hide my pain with drugs?
Choke off haze and sell attics coke for days
Same clothes, no soap to shave
And I still got a gun on my hip for your open grave

We used to get robbery vics
Until my man got killed for his whip on some robbery shit
Then I switched to the weed and started sellin' crack
But I will pull a steel and put a shell up in ya back

I feel like all my life, I was held up in a trap
Like if I go to heaven, maybe hell will want me back
But all I really want is [Incomprehensible]
And a model bitch sitting with a head up in my lap

But since no doe, don't spin
And my pant's hole got hole within, I got to fold 'em in
It's obvious, I live in a house of sin
I wish I could open up the doors and let 'em blow at the wind

Like the wind God will take
All my sins, blown away
Like the wind, like the wind blown
Like the wind, like the wind, like the wind blown

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Wind-Up Toy - Lyrics - Hey Stoopid - Alice Cooper

Title: Wind-Up Toy
Album: Hey Stoopid
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Jack Ponti, Bob Pfeifer, Vic Pepe, Alice Cooper

Lyric:
Voices come from down the hall
In my room, all painted white
I have my bat and rubber ball
I like to sleep with them at night

But now, I'm all smiles
The good little shots must be winning
Yes, they crank my dial
My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning

Daddy won't discuss me
What a state I must be?
Mommy couldn't stand
Living with a wind-up toy

All my friends live on the floor
Tiny legs and tiny eyes
They're free to crawl under the door
And, and someday soon, so will I

But now, I'm all smiles
These good little shocks must be workin'
I'm so happy now
Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerkin'

Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be?
Mommy couldn't stand
Having such a wound-up boy

Doctors wanna check me
Poke me and dissect me
What do they expect, feelings from a wind up toy?
I don't think so, I'm just a wind-up toy
A wind-up toy

I'm lost in a nightmare, shiny white halls
Drawing rats on the wall
Solitary confinement, chained in a cell
Got my own private hell

Preacher crucifies me
Warden wants to fry me
I was never young
Never just a little boy

Daddy won't discuss me
Oh, what a pain I must be?
Mama couldn't stand
Having such a wound-up boy
I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
Wind-up toy, wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
Wind-up toy, wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up, wind-up
Wind-up, wind-up, wind-up toy
I'm just a wind-up toy
Wind-up toy, wind-up toy

{You know they come here every night
I see them, don t you see them?
Hmm, thats odd, isn't it?
I'm so tired, I'm winding down
You'll have to go now, it's bed time
Demon}

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Flex - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Flex
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Nicholas Donald Detnon, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock
I wind up on ya hip, hip, hip
And never ever stop, stop, stop

I wanna see you dip, dip, dip
And let me see you rock, rock, rock
I wind upon ya hip, hip, hip
And never ever stop, stop, stop

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when I see a pretty girl whining
I can even watch a butters girl grinding
Control the body with great timing
Ain't shy in the dark, there shining

Does somethin? to me when I see her vibes in
Drop it like it?s hot you got my tings rising
So frequent, there's no disguising
What d'you expect? That ain't surprising

These girls get my blood pressure rising
Their wiggling and jiggling, I'm hiding
Checking them back offers so them fighting
So night'cha girls, so exciting

Gotta bit on this, don't wanna get right in
It's better now, widda mandem fighting
Never ever shit, no matter scores rising
S'cuse me, you really gotta say something

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

Gyalfriend, how you whine like that
Beautiful, you look so fine like that
Ain't seen her for a long time like that
You should go t'jail for a crime like that

Buss up the floor, you don't cut no slack
Dancehall king, you're not at all laid back
Make up for what the other girls lack
Look so good you got me going off track
I can't even chat

While my heartbeat's going rat ta tat tat
So serious you got me ill like that
Temperature rising y'know I feel like that
Nah fo'real you could kill like that

Widda Double D, with pure skill like that
I can't get enough, so it's real like that
I'd love it if you flex with Dil like that

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

Okay, all right
Let's dance all night
All right, okay
Let's dance all day

Okay, all right
Let's dance all night
All right, okay
Let's dance all day

Gosh golly, my oh my
Hoping that you ain't looking at any other guy
Your figure is so pleasing to the eye
Especially when you do the bubble or the butterfly

See a bit of sweat dripping down your thigh
But somehow you still stay high an' dry
Gosh, you make a Rude Boy so shy
Got the whole club saying, my oh my

Please don't stop, please don't stop, give it
If not, show me how I gotta get with it
You're the best, I ain't scared to admit it
I swear I care, I won't dare bet with it

What's the deal, you're looking at me like izzit?
But you won't know less you come pay a visit
Life's to short to be cautious, in it
And don't just stand on the edge, come live it

I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you move like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

I love it when you whine like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back
I love it when you flex like that
Slow, fast, up, down, bring it back

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