19 lyrics for "Doin' how we do"

Hold me, we're dancing in the dark of the night You're shining like a neon light I light you up when I get inside So won't you touch me 'cause everybody's watching us now We're putting on a show for the crowd So turn it up baby make it loud Baby you got
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The boys are back, the boys are back The boys are back, gonna do it again Gonna wake up the neighborhood Climbing up the walls anytime we want It's time to show how to be a superhero We're the best, no doubt, doing it like we used to do This is our time
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It's all about me and you Doin' how we do Tear the floor up up Tell 'em to make room If they wanna know Tell 'em mind their own But if they wanna look We can give 'em a encore
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Barefoot, blue jean night (Whoa-oh) We were shinin' like lighters in the dark In the middle of a rock show (Whoa-oh) We were doin' it right (Whoa-oh) We were comin' alive (Whoa-oh) Never gonna grow up (Whoa-oh) Never gonna slow down (Whoa-oh) Yeah,
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Girl you know we got the time Got that pussy on my mind Later on, what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory (Yeah, bet I make that
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'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an
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Hey Nas, how ya doin'? Take my name, and my number But let's take, it, slow Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me But not a hype chick someone with proper energy Meanwhile, we'll be groovin' I can be, what you said That you need, I can be, all that
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Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I don't want them to hear what we're doing I'll be screaming so loud, don't you dare turn it down I'm feeling kinda naughty, how about you? Turn your bed into
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How do we get back to love? Baby, back to love Tired of all these wars, dwelling in the past Searching for the honesty in all that jazz What are we here for, what are we doing? Last time I checked, thought it was screwin' Girl, and when I think of me and
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