Blurred Lines (Originally Performed by Robin Thicke and T.I. and Pharrell) - Karaoke Version

Everybody get up!
Everybody get up! (Hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

If you can't hear what I'm trying to say
If you can't read from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf, maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind

Okay now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal, baby it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you (Hey, hey, hey)
You don't need no papers (Hey, hey, hey)
That man is not your maker (Hey, hey, hey)
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl

I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get passed me
You're far from plastic
Talk about gettin' blasted, I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on

What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky (Hey, hey, hey)
You wanna hug me (Hey, hey, hey)
What rhymes with hug me? (Hey, hey, hey)
Okay now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal, baby it's in your nature

Just let me liberate you (Hey, hey, hey)

You don't need no papers (Hey, hey, hey)
That man is not your maker (Hey, hey, hey)
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl
I know you want it

I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl

Can't let it get passed me
You're far from plastic
Talk about gettin' blasted, I hate these blurred lines (I hate them lines)
I know you want it (I hate them lines)
I know you want it (I hate them lines)
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
One thing I ask you
Let me be the one you back that ass into
Yo, from Malibu, to Paribu

Yeah, had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you
So hit me up when you passing through
I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on, even when you dress casual

I mean it's almost unbearable
Then, honey you're not there when I'm
With my foresight bitch you pay me by
Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I jail watch, hand wave for you to salute but you didn't pick
Not many women can refuse this pimpin', I'm a nice guy but don't get it confused
Shake the vibe, get down, get up
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don't like work?
Baby, can you breathe? I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me Dakota to Decatur, uh huh

No more pretending (Uh huh)
'Cause now you winning (Uh huh)
Here's our beginning (Uh huh)

I always wanted, you're a good girl
I know you want it

I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl

Can't let it get passed me
You're far from plastic
Talk about gettin' blasted, I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
Everybody get up!
Everybody get up! (Hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Thicke, Pharrell Williams, Clifford Harris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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