Oh oh oh oh 'Cause everybody's got something Something they can't hide Let it out into the open Right here, right now Please tell me that it's alright, alright, alright I wanna know In your mind then you realize you're on your own I know the feelings

You know I love you I need your soul So happy I just want to let everybody know But in the mean time let me say what's on my mind Baby I think we've got something special Girl you and me together will take over the world That I think we've got something

Don't wanna let you go Your special your one of a kind (so...) He'll try to take you from me Some things money can't buy... Everybody wants to have a girl like you But I'm the one and it's right My wish becomes his delight Your not gonna get far from me

Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! When you're all ready say go, okay You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a

Is it ever gonna be enough I remember when we we're gambling to win Everybody else said better luck next time I don't wanna bend, let the bad girls bend I just wanna be your friend More and more, more and more, more and more and more and more All the

Everybody two-step in the motherfucker, what? Leave your sorrow on the table Pick up your worries and throw them out the window You don't gotta let your friends know There's so much trouble to get into Let's go, let go Two-step in the motherfucker, yeah

Some do not believe that you can Feel the need within you but you could We can prove it with the music Go go go, go go go Trot though the wind Come on now, ooh Move your body, let your body go Everybody, let your body go Let the girls say, whoo, whoo

'Cause baby's got the feelin' Baby wants a show Baby, won't you tell me Baby, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll Baby gets tired, everybody knows Your mother tells you, baby has to show

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert Gossip gossip Niggas just stop it Profit profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide So I-I am headed

Come On, Everybody! Get on, with your party! And don't let nobody say you're wrong. So you've lost control, But they'll never steal your soul That they're gonna spoil your fun.