You taste better than a pasta dish I Never seen anyone quite like this
Boy, I love the way you grab my Wrist And you turn me on with just a Kiss
Pretty boy, I wanna push up and Bounce on you And baby boy, just let Me pump all this
Ass on you But I'm too hot to touch, You're too cold to eat Nappy boy, I'm Not your kinda girl
Cause I'm a bad girl, cruising on the Fast lane
I'll never stop even though you try to Off me
So push it up, back it up Wind it up, A-di-di-dee-dang-ga dide
So push it up, back it up Wind it up, A-di-di-dee-dang-ga dide
Push it up, back it up Wind it up
A-di-di-dee-dang-ga dide
So push it up, back it up Wind it up a-Di-di-dee-dang-ga dide
So now push it up, back it up Wind it Up
A-di-di-dee-dang-ga dide
Now we can make love like Bonnie And Clyde
I'm counting all my money while I Watch you slide
Boy, there's no distance between our Love
As long as there's loud
And yes, I'm addicted to painkillers
I hear you were saying there's no Stopping us
We're cruising together, we're shining Forever
We're making dough, we're making Dough
So push it up, back it up Wind it up a-Di-di-dee-dang-ga dide
So push it up, back it up Wind it up
A-di-di-dee-dang-ga dide
Push it up, back it up Wind it up a-di-Di-dee-dang-ga dide
Now push it up, back it up Wind it up
A-di-di-dee-dang-ga dide
Now push it up, back it up Wind it Up, back it up a-di-di-dee-dang-ga Dide