Nhạc sĩ: Nat Slater, Mark Hill, James Harris III, Terry Lewis
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
No, no, no
Yeah, see your eyes
Watching all night, no
Boy, just now
You in my tight, no
So go ahead
Practice your lines
Wasted both our time
Know how this goes
You buy me a drink
And suddenly
You seem the thing
That I'd be down
For anything
Down for anything
And I don't need to
Cut my food
It's just I keep my words
Close to guys like you
I don't mean to
Cut my food
But boy, you must be tripping
You think that I'll be tricked in
You do this every weekend
Every weekend
You do, you do this every weekend
Every weekend
Every weekend
Every weekend
Every weekend
Every weekend
I thought that you said
What's the dust that proudest
And then you heard about
All of your working years
And usually
I ain't down to play
But this time
My god, the dust
You ain't gonna hold it twice
Ain't gonna hold it twice, no
I don't mean to
Cut my food
It's just I keep my words
My walls close to guys like you
I don't mean to come off rude
But boy, you must be tripping
You think that I'll be tricked and
You do this every weekend
Every weekend, baby
You do, you do this every weekend
No, no, no
Every weekend, every weekend
No, no, no
You're like my shoes, like my hair
I don't care
You're told about five other girls here
Five other girls
You do this every weekend
Every weekend, baby
You do, you do this every weekend
You do, you do this every weekend
Oh, oh, oh
You do it, you do it
I know you do it
You do it, you do it
Yeah, yeah, baby
You do it, you do it
We'll do it, we'll do it
If we can