Turn it up (just dance with me) Turn up the music (just turn it up louder) Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Turn up the music (I need it in my life, yeah) If you're sexy and you know it, put yo hands up in the air Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (turn up the

Car wash yeah At the car wash (Car wash, yeah) (Work and work) And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act a fool Whoa whoa whoa whoa

That's where it is It's in his kiss If you want to know if he loves you so Whoa hug him and squeeze him tight Find out what you want to know If it's love, if it really is It's there in his kiss How about the way he acts Oh no! That's not the way

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore. It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score. And why do we like to

Whoa whoa I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as Juda-as! Juda-ah-as! Judas! Juda-ah-as Juda-as! Juda-ah-as! Judas! Ga-ah ga-ah But I'm still in love with Judas, baby I'm just a holy fool, oh baby it's so cruel Ah oh I'll bring him down, bring him down, down

Damn, I got these bitches on lock doh They drag me in the house and then they lock door They fighting for the number one spot though, whoa I got these bitches on lock doh Man have got, damn, I've got And I got, 'cause man have got 10 o'clock that man are

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

(Just to love) was my great sin, whoa Why must I cry These tears from mine eyes These tears from mine eyes Making believe you love me only Why must I carry 'Cause only my heart feels the pain Feels the pain Why must I trod

Let me see your hands in the air Whoa whoa whoa I'm dancing To the sound My world's in the clouds Too high to come down So let me see your hands in the air Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans