I wanna roll I wanna roll with you lala-lala-lala I was a girl of just a few words playing in the sun Just a little kid chasing blue birds and singing just for fun But now I found my voice and now I made my choice Gonna shout it out, put it all about Now

Scratching at the surface now And I'm trying hard to work it out And so much has gone misunderstood And this mystery only leads to doubt And I didn't understand When you reached down to take my hand And if you have something to say You better say it now

She's as pretty as a picture Every bit as funny as she is smart Got a smile that'll hold you together And a touch that'll tear you apart When she's yours she brings the sunshine When she's gone the world goes dark Yeah she's heaven on the eyes But boy

It's been a week without me And she feel weak without me She wanna talk it out but Ain't nothing to talk about Unless she's talking about freaking out Then maybe we can work it out, work it out now Eat your salad, no dessert Get that man you deserve Move

We are the human radio Keep your eye on the prize and your feet on the ground The human radio is playing your anthem We march, we fight, we live We scream, we die, we give We want the world to know Keep moving subject, matter around I'm reaching out to

You could be anything in this world Momma said, you could be anything in this world But of all things in this life you could pick to be You sure look like a hater or a bitch to me Of all things you could pick to be You sure look like a bitch to me

I never never never want to be in love with anyone but you For whatever you do I'd like to run away from you But if you never found me I would cry I'd like to break the chains you put around me But I know I never will You stay away and all I do Is wonder

He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game And she tell him that he's crazy I'm your wife Ah, but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass

Get down little mama, get down little mama Bang-bang-bang, skeet-skeet-skeet Would you do it for me? (Would you do it for me?) Make it swang, like a chain Then let me (clap somethin') Get down little mama If you gon' do it for him, better do it for me

Thong, th-thong, thong, thong When you’ve got an ass like mine Sweet design Baby got back on my cockback Where's the men at? Someone’s gonna move a lot of heads What’s mine, sweet design Word travels fast “Thong Song,” I'ma bring it, part 2