I'm a lucky girl Whose dreams came true Is it always what it seems? Everything I've always wanted But underneath it all I'm just like you I got everything I've always wanted

You're my soul and my heart's inspiration You're all I've got to get me by Baby, you're my soul and my heart's inspiration Girl, I can't let you do this Let you walk away Girl, how can I live through this When you're all I wake up for each day? Without

I don't dance without you You know I came here for you, girl You got me so into you, girl I like the way that you're moving (way you move) I like the way that you're moving I know you came for the music (for the music) I know you came here to lose it

Yeah, I lose it Girl, I lose it I don't think you know what you're doing to me You got my heart skip-skipping a beat You're not close enough so that space between You and me, let's lose it The way you're dancing, swaying to the music Girl, that body and

Like when it come to hundreds that's money my way Remember she ain't want me now she all in my face Like uh girl you too late, you ain't got no taste Driving to the bank, I can't close my safe Brittany be my bae Money anyway Um I couldn't wait What do

Can I get a witness? Ain't it funky now? Can I get some help? Build it up a little higher Can I scream, brother? Girl, let me tell you what you got to do Walk away and twist your hip, make sure you keep him weak

This your favorite song When they put it on Girl I know you know it's all about you I ain't saying no names But you know what I'm saying I can tell it by the way that you move I bet you think this song is about you Got a room full of fly girls Got a

And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little

Well woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm Oh Lord, gyal I got the right tactics to turn you on And girl I, wanna be the papa you can be the mom oh oh Make I see the gyal dem

We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O. Views, views, views Old ways, new women, gotta keep 'em balanced The girl of your dreams, to me is probably not a challenge I've been counted out so many times I couldn't count it Funny how now my accountant is