This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video has noombas who are stuck in their think tank.And any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.This video is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond, Usher RaymondNo arraignment is needed, I'ma cuff herI'ma undercover, dance floor loverDance floor lover, dance floor loverDance floor lover, dance floorDance floor loverYeah, I'm going like an all proShe my love, Esther Dean, love the way she drop it lowLook out below, she could cause an earthquakeLactose intolerant, but I like her milkshakeClub buzzing like a phone, don't vibratePlenty thick girls and they know how to shake weightGo let them hate, you're the one I chooseI'm tuned into you like the 10 o'clock newsHold me, I can tell you hold meYou wanna be my dance floor loverHold me, let me rock it onRock it on, rock it onOne night dance, you only get one chanceTo get the touch of me, to get to feel meHow do you want it?I wanna dance the last dance, down to summerI think a rainstorm's coming, feel the thunderDown under, bouncing like a kangarooThe way she work them heels, you think she wearing tennis shoesTrying to check the floor, but I don't know how to do itCan you tell me whether the young fellaCan stand under your umbrella?I don't make it rain, I'm trying to stack it upI sprung a leak when I saw the way you back it upBack it up, back it upI sprung a leak the way you back, back, back it upPop that, bring it back, rubber bandIf I be it, stitch it hotI'ma make it rain, I'm trying to stack it upI'm a big fan of no hands, but I can't keep my hands offYou running through my mind, I hope that you don't get lostNo, no, noBaby, you wanna be my baby, your loverOh, baby, let me rock it on, rock it on, rock it on, rock it onOne night dance, you only get one chanceTo get the touch of me, to get to feel meHow do you want it?How do you want it?