On the side of the freeway in the car Hey Mr. Jack Hey where you at? Put your hands up Get out of the car Fuck you pig Seven a.m. morning Came to take us away

I really can't stay But, baby, it's cold outside Ahh, but it's cold outside I got to go away But baby, it's cold outside This evening has been Been hoping that you'd drop in So very nice I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

This is a blackout Don't let it go to waste I want to detonate My head and your heart Sometimes I feel I'm getting stuck Between the handshake and the fuck Real life is so hard We hide in the stars That's where our heads are

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West coast) It's something in the water (Something

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh—I I'm in love with your body 'Cause I love the shape of you, mama I wanna put my hands on ya She know I'm tryna open her Body like a bottle, Coca Cola You know mi love when you get nasty I wanna do you in the back seat Seven days sex,

I'm whiskey in a bottle now Put your hands to the sky (Lalalalalalalalalaa) I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now Yeah I'm a landslide I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down I'm a ready made party Still on that ass like

Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

Then you do the milkshake Put your hands in the air Come on boys! Do the ice cream freeze strike your pose Shake it, shake it down low Do the snow cone slide left to right And we can party all night

Mean concrete got you walkin' to a place you know You gon' meet your maker when he hands you dough Late-night creature go a-walkin' with her Head hung low All her features are a talkin' But-a she don't know She don't know High heels clingin' on a