Juicy, said I wanna get to know your juicy booty, tonight We keep it rocking So show me that, so show me that, so show me that So turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around Knows how to party Knows how to party, in the city Whatever

Baby, please, don't go Turn your lamp down low You got me way down here Baby, please, don't go back to New Orleans Because I love you so Turn your lamp down low; my heart is beating so So, baby, please, don't go Made me weep and moan You made me weep and

Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored I can't feel the way I did before Time won't heal this damage anymore So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do But I'll be here 'cause you're

That you wear to bed while the ceiling fan turns To the rhythm that were spinning bare feet on the floor In the living room light got me begging for more Of that party girl strutting down the hall like a beauty queen long legs and all Got me melting in

Why don't we turn off the phones, get somewhere alone? I'll trace that smile on your face, 'til the stars fade away Baby, cut off the lights, let our hands talk tonight There's things that need to be said, we can't say it in a text Got good love to be

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Right next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me? And so many eyes are on me I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus, don't you get tired of turnin' tricks? But when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues Seems all our heroes were

Just me and you and these empty cups Oh-oh-oh-oh Hands on your body like there is no one at the party Turn my television up so nobody can listen We're getting real, real close Can't let this moment go If you want it like I want it Let me take you to

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt Turn around, stick it out Show the world you got a Make me come Show the world you got it Wine, go down, turn and flick it A girl like me know how fi handle oi wicked One bat, two balls, swing it like cricket Pull