Girl, I cannot help I think you´re something sweet Though I know making love But I´m still tryna see
I know how you want it I know just what you need I know if I bring her back home She might never wanna leave
Wham, wham Wham, wham Do it nasty I´ma, I´ma, I´ma Spend this cash ´till you´re happy Eyes rolling ´till you bring your friends, can´t imagine Room full of bitches, and they all good at dancing...