Whatcha want girl? Whatcha need girl? Here go, come here Don t act like that
I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin Good Lordy shorty, sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin', knockin' but you won't let me in
Whooo
I be dog-gone Hell to the yea You fine as a camel hair Ain't near a mammal anywhere Danny compare to you, boo boo I know I'm country But you want me to touch you don't you Wanna get raunchy don't you Why don't you call me You built like a Barbie doll Cause you so dag-gone fine This ol' mind of mine Twist all kind of ways I'm catching vertigo From a girl that's so Voluptuous Plus striking Damn near venomous And I'm liking The way you looking lady Somebody cooking the right meat and potatoes, baby I'm feeling the way you filling up that skirt Stopping traffic Dropping jaws like bad habits When you walking dag nabbit You so purdy and I'm dirty dirty And it hurt me when you're flirty And all nerdy But you're sultry Giving me goose bumps like poultry I ain't chicken though You sticking close to me Could be A beautiful thing fa' sho'
I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin God Lordy shorty, sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin' knockin' but you won't let me in
She got me crumbling, mumbling Stepping on my tongue and studdering Hovering wondering You know I got that junky loving Gimme some rubbing It ain't gotta be har I just wanna mow the back yard You pulled my card Don't try to dodge it I'm not here to take anything I just want to make a deposit Don't be scared That's just my beard I know I sound kinda weird But I'm fond of your rear Don't scream my ear You remind me of my girlfriend And her girlfriend C'mon girl let's have some children In a whirlwind You got me spinning like a 45 I feel like a tractor-trailer rolling over on 85 I need 80 wives To keep up with my 80 lives Everywhere I go I'm still the new guy with new lies Let's go mommy, time to get busy I'm taking five dramamines just in case I gets dizzy
I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin God Lordy shorty, sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin' knockin' but you won't let me in
You banging, sugar booger I know I'm just one in a ton of young son of a gun just wantin some of you honey And I ain't got much money I know I'm fat but I'm funny And I'm a hard worker And I never give up I do whatever it takes Just to live up To your expectations
No sex? What?
Well then I'll be patient I really hate to toot my own horn But aooo-gah But it's looking to me, boo Like you need a new guy What you want? A latte? A ham on rye? Girl, I'm just trying to get in your bloodstream Like e coli You so fly You got the pelican flyin Just tell me, what I gotta do to get a thigh? A breast, a wing or something Up above all the pumpkins What am I, a bumpkin? Straight out of Atlanta Rehab or something I just wanna be wit chu Lay up in the hay wit chu Say hey to you You re know your lookin good to go, boo
I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin God Lordy shorty, sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin' knockin' but you won't let me in
Whatcha want girl? I got a whole lot Whatcha need girl? I got a whole lot