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You and I left alone, cannot be trusted
There's a lust, we can't control Slow we undress, just to dress And unless I say goodnight I know we're only gonna move too far Please, I'm not quite ready for that next level One kiss and that spells trouble You could talk me in, talk me into it If you wanted to do You could talk me in, talk me into it If you only knew Yeah, I'm likin', I'm likin' the way you do-o-o-o What you do-o-o-o to me I, I don't wanna lose control Control, control, control But then again, I think I wanna lose control Control, control, control Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble You and me, that equals Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of I get down, I surprise you Don't you push me, let me in your crib today Next day I'll snatch the goods away You're not listenin', watch me now 'Cause I'm a good girl, but I can be bad You're not quite there, you're not on my level Trust me for you, I'm trouble You could talk me in, talk me into it If you wanted to do You could talk me in, talk me into it If you only knew Yeah, I'm likin', I'm likin' the way you do-o-o-o What you do-o-o-o to me I, I don't wanna lose control Control, control, control But then again, I think I wanna lose control Control, control, control Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble You and me, that equals Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of This is a warning, I'm warning you You're taking too long (too long) I trynna play laid back and be cool But boy, you're playin' it wrong (Playin' it wrong) It's in your eyes, You're really really lookin' like you wanna do somethin' Like, like you wanna do somethin' Boy, you be |
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| 3:57 |
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I saw him standin' there in the parking lot,
He asked if I came here a lot And this is how I responded... [Chorus:] I forgot my name, I forgot my telephone number If he wanna see me, he don't even know where 'Cause I forgot my address, Damsel in distress I forgot my boyfriend Was the one that had bought me this rock I get amnesia when I'm standin' next to you-ou-ou He's been with me for several years, I know this much is true Didn't know it was over, Til you came on over And told me that you just-just can't, Forget about me I talk to my girls, I can talk to my girls like crazy To anyone I speak my mind, I tell 'em off, it don't phase me I'm not lazy but boy, lately When I see you I stu-utter, Words just slip away like butterflies I saw you standin' there in the VIP on Friday, We conversate up in my fantasies, like everyday But I'm a dud whenever you approach Like yesterday when you just came to say hello (Chorus) Me, me This is how I do I talk to most guys, I can talk to most guys like crazy To anyone I speak my mind, I tell 'em off, it don't phase me But you shake me, boy you make me Sto-o-o-o-op and stutter, When we touch I melt like butter I saw you standin' there in the VIP on Saturday Now that I know you got a thing for me, I should be straight Not the kinda girl who'll just let any guy get close All I can say is I'mma tell my guy he should just effin go... And forget my name, And forget my telephone number If he wanna see me, he don't even know where 'Cause I forgot my address, Damsel in distress I forgot my boyfriend Was that one that had bought me this rock I get amnesia when I'm standin' next to you-ou-ou He's been with me for several years, I know this much is true Didn't know it was over, Til you came on over And told me that you just-just can't, Forget about me Me, me This is how I do |
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Get up, get up, get up!
Get up, get up, get up! Get up, get up, get up! Get up, get up, get up! Paparazzi flashin', You jump on the stage Sittin' in the crowd, And I'm watchin' (I'm watchin'), Baby Groupies in the back, You're under attack They're screamin' your name But I don't give a damn, 'Cause I like it (I like it), I like it (I like it) Chorus Turn the spotlight on, Move a little, shred your guitar You're my dirty rock boy! Turn the mic way up, Sweat a little, ownin' the crowd You're my dirty rock boy! Get up, get up, get up! Are you ready to roll, my rock boy? Get up, get up, get up! Are you ready to roll, my rock boy? Get up, get up, get up! Are you ready to roll, my rock boy? Get up, get up, get up! Are you ready to roll, my rock boy? Finishin' your encore, And sippin' champagne (A rock star, rock star) You make me so hot! Body burnin' up the fever, Don't make me wait Meet me in your dressing room, I want it, want it, want it (I want it, I want it) Chorus The second that I saw you I could feel an attraction, Play me like a guitar and get into action! The second that I saw you I could feel an attraction, Play me like a guitar and swing, swing, swing, swing! |
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