I'm a genie in a bottle, baby If you wanna be with me Come, come, come in and let me out Baby, there's a price to pay I'm a genie in a bottle You gotta ask me the right way I can make your wish come true Gotta catch me the right way, honey

Good girls get their kicks after six (She needs it bad, real real bad) She wants what she never had All the things that make a good girl bad She gets her kicks after six But every night She can hardly wait It feels alright To give it all away

You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like It's a, it’s a vibe All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now

Make your ass shake like a waterbed Can I shake this feeling? You had me reeling Tonight, light a fire We'll be flying up and higher Burning bright, taking flight As we leave all our worries behind It is something special you have If you didn't know, but

To the consequence of love Whatever come what may I will fight For the right to be your love No matter what they say You see the game for me is you 'Cause it makes me wait You see a gain for me is you

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do Will make me feel alright So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when

Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home breaking down I'm not out there getting

I want you to ruin my life I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah I want you to bring it all on If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life You to

You niggas not makin' no noise I wanted the 'Rari, no Porsche Jumped right off the porch I was trappin', had to make it a sport I'm back on the court Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch Takin' that bitch if she yours You niggas ain't makin' no noise

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.